Dust Bowlet

Sawyer is a veritable blur of dusting enthusiasm.

He loves to clean!

Hmmmm...didn't learn that from me.

Anyway, today we knocked

another layer of dust off the living room furniture,

hoping to get a reprieve from dust storms for awhile, 

so that we can literally breathe easier.

Between doses of MucinexD, I once again tackled what seems to be a

never-ending task here in Lubbock, Texas. 

I did a little Google search on the Dust Bowl of the 1930's

and it has put everything in perspective:

Now that's a DUST STORM!
But I certainly can relate to the woman in the following article who finally

lost her grip in the throes of the unending challenges of wind and dust:

A judge in Dalhart, Texas, trying to understand why people were going crazy, drove through the dust bowl and

saw farmhouses without a chicken or cow. He saw children in rags, their parents too frightened of dust pneumonia to send them to school, huddling in shacks shaped into wavy formations on the prairie, almost indistinguishable from the dunes.

A woman was brought to his court. "Her children were hungry, dirty, coughing, dressed in torn, soiled clothes. The house was nearly buried." Having lost her husband to the dust, what finally drove her over the brink wasn't the critters (centipedes and black widows). No, the thing that destroyed her and so many of her neighbors was the enervating, hot, rainless wind that never stopped. "One day, the woman simply snapped. 'Dust is killing me!' the woman shouted."

In light of this,
I do believe I can hold on just a bit longer!