Condo Chronicles, February 21, 2015: The Dust War
Saturday morning assessment: the bathroom work needs clean-up work. Drywall and sanding and flooring and painting in a 7 x 7 space left a fine film of dusts and almost minuscule plops of mediums… everywhere.
Under the Category of “If You’re Gonna Do It, Do It Right.”
Me (to nobody in particular, well, actually to no one, at all):
“Do I really need to wipe down all the walls?”
Walls (mine do talk): “Yes.”
Me (halfway to pretty sure I don’t): “I’ll take a swipe.”
Me (still skeptical): “I can hardly see a difference.”
Sponge (scientifically): “I can confirm that.”
Me (noting the blue is more lightly beige): “Eh, I’ll rinse and swipe once more to be sure.”
Bucket (with a list of its own): “I can confirm that.”
Under the Category of “Ear Worm – Get It Out.”
Me: (in an endless loop as I one-way wipe away dust, sidetrackedly stuck by unexpected ancient paint blotches) “If You’re Gonna Do It, Do It Right.” “If You’re Gonna Do It, Do It Right.” “If You’re Gonna Do It, Do It Right.” “For the Love of George– I’m doing it right! Get out of my head.”
Me (rational alter-ego): “Music would help.”
Me (scrambling for the phone and charge): “Slacker, Slacker! I’m no Slacker – but I’m glad I’ve got Slacker.”
Me (rational alter-ego): “You just ear wormed yourself again, didn’t you?”
Under the Category of “One Down, Two Down, Why Bother Counting?”
Me: Four hours later, winning the war against bathroom grit and numerous swipes of tell-tale sloppy decorators’ toilet tank paint. Obviously without any realistic notion of how long total de-dusting takes, and annoyingly burdened with weighty acknowledgement gleaned from having moved the ceramic-ton toilet and the unassembled shower door assembly, out and back into the shower.
Me: Two hours later, winning the war against kitchen grit and appliance atrocities. Reliving lessons previously not learned; recognizable (late) as errors. The Magic Eraser affair continues – removing grease and rust build-up, re-whitening (as much as possible due to previous neglect) appliance seal strips, door knobs (eventually slated for retire and replace-ments.)
Under the Category of “Oh, Yeah.”
Me: (years ago) Scoffed at the mother who allowed her toddler to play with the mysterious cleaning product and then complained when, after rubbing it all over his face repeatedly for an extended period of time the child developed chemical burns. It’s a cleaning product, lady, and why weren’t you supervising your kid?
Me (years later): Scrubbing a rental floor to a less dull shine, dissolving my fingernail tips and stripping the pads a bit, crashing into membership as an unfortunate inauspicious of the same “Duh” group.
Under the Category of “I’ve done this before.”
Me (lazy): “Oh, this should just take a couple wipes.”
Dishwasher Seal: “You don’t really believe that, do you?”
Me (in discovery mode): “There’s some more, and there’s some more and…”
Me (doing the whole thing, without a single intelligent consideration despite the incompletely eradicated worm-bastard): “If You’re Gonna Do It, Do It Right.”
Refrigerator (orange-ish-ly snarky): “Hey, what about taking another go at mine.”
Me (playing fair, addressing the other sealants in the room): “If You’re Gonna Do It, Do It Right.”
Me (frantic for an antidote): “Argh! The phone’s not registering my really tender fingertip taps!”
Me (sheepishly sore): “Foolishness. You’ve done this before.”
Under the Category of “Break-Time!”
Me (finely, remembered): Finally remember to lift the yogurt lid away from my face, thus avoiding facial, eye-glass and wardrobe splatter.
Me (again): “Break Time!”
Me (not so long after) “Break Time!”
Me (the heck with this noise): “Nap Time!”
Under the Category of “Finished.”
Me (uncomfortably and somewhat numbly bumbling along my Android keys):
“An hour and a half in the kitchen. Two and a half hours in the living room/dining room/hallway. One hour in the bedroom. Forty-five minutes in the office, and one broken window shade: finished. I will likely do nothing else this weekend.”
Under the Category of “That’s Not Likely.”
Me (realistically, for a change): “That’s not likely…”
Quote for the Week:
Enjoy this Week’s Discovery Links:
Chemically: http://home.howstuffworks.com/magic-eraser.htm
Wormifying: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6W0d9xMhZbo
De-Dustify: http://www.howtocleanstuff.net/removing-interior-construction-dust/
Extra Extra: The Dust War Pictorials