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[wayfaringwordhack]

We've been enduring a sandstorm for two days now. The house is covered in dust, except where we have walked it off, then you can see--in the feeble, filtered light--where no one treads or crawls because of the dirt accumulated there. And if anyone questions my housekeeping, fine, but don't question my housekeeper. :P  She does a great job and was just here on Monday.  Thankfully she comes again tomorrow, but if the storm is still raging, it'll be as dusty a couple of hours after she leaves. The old windows and doors are not barricades but sieves.... And I'm just back from closing the French doors that lead onto the front balcony. The wind is so strong and the latches so weak, the doors get blown open every so often (as do some of the windows), letting in yet another dusting of dust.

Comments

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

Wow, this, to me, is like what snow must be to someone who grows up in the Maldives or Cameroon. I know about it, I've heard about it, but it's so *alien*. And you're experiencing it. The sand and dust everywhere, the air like that.

... I want to send you surgical masks to breathe through!

[mnfaure.livejournal.com]

Masks are not a bad idea at all. It is hard to sleep because you smell the dust everywhere. It was really pervasive in our room last night. J was able to sleep with a sheet over his nose, but I can't; drives me crazy to have something on my face. :(