Actually, it's more like a thick, gritty gray. The dust in this house is a mixture of concrete specks and oily air residue that clings to everything, including the inside of my nasal cavity, throat, and lungs.
What causes this odd mix? An old, disintegrating basement floor and oil heat.
The air is heated in the basement and then blown up through the baseboards of the house, taking some of that concrete floor dust with it. Not too bad with regular maintenance. But, I've reached the point where I'm running into stuff we haven't touched in years, some of it things Matt squirreled away before I moved in with him. (For frame of reference, he's lived in this house about twelve years now while I'll have been here for ten this upcoming January.) On stuff that's been sitting for years the dust has collected into a layer that, once moved, clots the air, making breathing difficult.
Like last night. We'd filled the Pregnant Yak with clothing and pillows for donation at the Salvation Army. While the clothing was all cleaned, there must have been some dust on one of the pillows that got kicked up. The twenty minute ride down was murder. I spent most of the way sneezing my brains out. Luckily Matt's doing okay, but he's not the one spending all day rooting through this stuff. I've apparently hit the point where my body's decided it's had enough. My lungs are like, "game over man, game over!"
This, ladies and gentlemen, is why I am leaving the basement to Matt. Sweet, sweet revenge. *evil grin*
Meanwhile, today I get to paint walls, scour areas with cleaners, track down nail holes to spackle, and try to figure out how to stage the three major rooms for realtor photos tomorrow. The bedroom and living room should be easy. The kitchen, meanwhile, is going to fight me the whole way. It always does. The clutter in there is evil! And I can not defeated it!
Especially when every time I turn around something else that doesn't belong in the kitchen is now sitting in it. Like the bookcase from the bedroom. Why bring that down this morning and leave it in the kitchen area when you know I'm going to be working in there? That is not a kitchen implement. I can't even pretend it is by putting cookbooks on it. All the book are already packed. I need to mop there, damn it!
Oh well, I'll move it to the porch here in a bit. But first, I should paint. With the weather being cooler, the paint may take a little longer to dry than usual. Still, it should look nice when it's finished. A soft green color with cool white accents. Hmm, I wish we had some white towels. That would be a nice touch.
Okay, I'm off. I've over half of the house to stage today.
You've got me blowing, blowing my mind
Is it tomorrow or just the end of time
-- Jimi Hendrix - Purple Haze