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Dust

Palmer asked how I dust in a house made of dust. That's one of those questions that made me laugh out loud. If he only knew!

The house itself isn't too bad because it's covered with cement inside and out. It has a mud foundation which has sunk or "melted" and so the house is developing huge cracks. Indeed, mud houses aren't expected to last forever.

The real challenge to dusting is not the house itself so much as it is the climactic conditions in which we live. As you probably know we live fairly close to the Sahara Desert. This time of year the wind blows from the north and brings with it the Sahara dust. Some days we have a clear blue sky, but others, like today, the dust is visible in the air. It even has a special name: harmattan.These pictures were taken this morning at around 8:00. We could look directly at the sun because its brightness was obscured by the dust.

We can close our windows, but the dust still drifts in. Usually we decide fighting the dust is a hopeless battle, so we just leave the windows open so we can have air. I can wipe the table off in the morning and write my name in the dust by evening. But, remember my talking diswasher called Maimouna? She dusts, too. It's her least favorite job, though. She dusts once a week, but within two days you'd think she never dusts.

People with allergies really suffer. Suzanne said last night her nose was itching and her eyes were watering. She finally had to get up and take an antihistimine. John also suffers and has had a dry cough for several months now.

That's why I laughed at Palmer's question. One never fully wins the dust battle here!

Comments

mymeanderings said…
I like how you explained it! LIfe is so so different compared to America!

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