road trip
Today is my last post on my road trip through the San Joaquin Valley of California. I had to end it on a humorous note.
While in Fresno, 100 plus miles away from my home, my sister-in-law and I lamented over the proliferation of dust bunnies. It seems that they frequent her home as much as they do mine. We both enjoy the carefree ease of taking care of wood and/or tile floors, but it comes with a trade off. We literally see our fuzzy inhabitants way more than we would with carpets.
Dust bunnies borrow in between the fibers and mingled anonymously with other denizens of a carpet. With a bare floor, they have no place to hide. They scurry this way and that, sometimes breaking up into tiny pieces and covering the surface with a fine gray mist, at other time becoming great tumbleweeds that frighten the heck out of any poor creatures who may be crawling around the floor (people or otherwise).
So we get out our brooms, our mops, our power vacuums and reclaim our floors for a day or two before the dust bunnies return to their natural habitat. We could just sigh and live in mutual harmony, but the floors would eventually cry out from a lack of fresh air, and then what would we do? It's a conundrum for sure.
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