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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.

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Wow, that's a lot of dust to filter the sunlight like that. Almost an alien atmosphere type effect. I hope your storm blows over soon.

When I lived in LV it was almost always windy and that blew the dirt around so you had a layer of grit on your skin and on the furniture constantly.

Yes, last night--despite not setting foot outside all day--I had grit in my teeth, almost as much as when I spent summers plowing on a tractor that had no A/C, meaning if I didn't want to sweat to death, I had to drive with the windows and door propped open. o.O

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