Over-Dusters Anonymous:
I know this is one of those circulated internet pieces, but on a day like today in West Texas when the wind and dust are blowing, giving new definition to True Grit, I couldn't resist.
DUSTING
Remember...a layer of dust protects the Wood beneath it.
A house becomes a home when you can write "I love you" on the furniture. I can't tell you how many countless hours that I have spent CLEANING!
I used to spend at least 8 hours every weekend making sure things were just perfect -- "in case someone came over." Then I realized one day that no-one came over; they were all out living life and having fun! Now, when people visit, I find no need to explain the "condition" of my home. They are more interested in hearing about the things I've been doing while I was away living life and having fun. If you haven't figured this out yet, please heed this advice.
Life is short.
Enjoy it!
Dust if you must, but wouldn't it be better
To paint a picture or write a letter, bake a cake or plant a seed,
Ponder the difference between want and need?
Dust if you must, but there's not much time,
With rivers to swim and mountains to climb,
Music to hear and books to read,
Friends to cherish and life to lead.
Dust if you must, but the world's out there
With the sun in your eyes, the wind in your hair,
A flutter of snow, a shower of rain.
This day will not come around again.
Dust if you must, but bear in mind,
Old age will come and it's not kind.
And when you go -- and go you must --
You, yourself will make more dust!
Share this with all the wonderful people in your life! I JUST DID.
It's not what you gather,
But what you scatter
That tells what kind of life you have lived.
I know this is one of those circulated internet pieces, but on a day like today in West Texas when the wind and dust are blowing, giving new definition to True Grit, I couldn't resist.
DUSTING
Remember...a layer of dust protects the Wood beneath it.
A house becomes a home when you can write "I love you" on the furniture. I can't tell you how many countless hours that I have spent CLEANING!
I used to spend at least 8 hours every weekend making sure things were just perfect -- "in case someone came over." Then I realized one day that no-one came over; they were all out living life and having fun! Now, when people visit, I find no need to explain the "condition" of my home. They are more interested in hearing about the things I've been doing while I was away living life and having fun. If you haven't figured this out yet, please heed this advice.
Life is short.
Enjoy it!
Dust if you must, but wouldn't it be better
To paint a picture or write a letter, bake a cake or plant a seed,
Ponder the difference between want and need?
Dust if you must, but there's not much time,
With rivers to swim and mountains to climb,
Music to hear and books to read,
Friends to cherish and life to lead.
Dust if you must, but the world's out there
With the sun in your eyes, the wind in your hair,
A flutter of snow, a shower of rain.
This day will not come around again.
Dust if you must, but bear in mind,
Old age will come and it's not kind.
And when you go -- and go you must --
You, yourself will make more dust!
Share this with all the wonderful people in your life! I JUST DID.
It's not what you gather,
But what you scatter
That tells what kind of life you have lived.
posted by Serena Voss at 7:55 AM
3 Comments:
Well ... I guess you can claim "True Grit" since it has a Texas ranger as a character. But author Charles Portis hails from Arkansas.
I sure do remember some days when I lived in Abilene, though, and the radio weatherguy would say: "Today's forecast: brown. Tomorrow's forecast, beige turning to blue by mid-day" ....
I would like to shout AMEN! to that post. I knew there was a reason I didn't dust!!
Keith,
Have you ever lived anywhere the dust blew like it does in West Texas? I haven't. Surely, they must exist!
Donna,
You and I are obviously too intellegent to engage ourselves in a fruitless effort! Personally, I think a designer needs to incorporate "dust" into the motif of daily living!
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