Dust

This is from one of those Scholastic books that I'm sure I ordered years ago while at school. Used to love going through the listings for the next order. Always had more ticks than we could afford but I'd get one or two!

Now, while living in the desert I used to have to do a heck of a lot of dusting. Once a week every surface would need a wipe...not that every surface got it. Like the wrought iron railing running up the stair well; the one with a lot of bends and twists. That only got a thorough clean every few months.

Gosh, I hated dusting that thing! Used to wrap a cloth around my hand and go at it. All that to say I can very much relate to this poor woman...