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Sun Jul 31st, 2016
 | 08:07 pm - Follow-up
Acceding to the truth of that age-worn dictum, 'The best cure for feeling futile is to clean something,' I attacked the side bedroom and its heavy furniture and rousted out the dust elephants. And I still feel futile, because
1. I was sure the cover of my cell phone had slipped behind the bed and it hadn't;
2. I was too tired at the end of it to heave the futon off the platform, remove the mattress, replace it with the Ikea mattress cover, replace the futon, and send the mattress into the outer darkness. Of course, next week isn't a mattress taking week, so there's still next weekend;
3. Dust balls kept turning up no matter how often I vacuumed, and I discovered at last that the Dirt Devil wasn't sucking them up, it was just blowing them around. So I need a new Dirt Devil. For $60, I got a good four years from it, but still...
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It sounds like one of those super-easy sets of instructions. "After cleaning the room, simply remove the futon and mattress, replace the mattress cover, and replace the futon..." All of which sounds perfectly straightforward and convenient until you actually try doing it. If western futons were at all like Japanese ones, she sniffs, it would be the essence of simplicity. Because they're the great inert lumps they are, no. I empathise because I hate cleaning and ugh but it's a necessary evil. Ugh! I should be grateful that this round didn't lead to a bout of sneezing and watery eyes and a day's worth of sodden head. But where does all this dust come from, dear lord? There's only me shedding skin cells around here. |
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