Dust in the wind….
Addendum: This post is sticky to encourage donations to the dust removal fund. Without help from the outside these will not be cleaned.
Or in the ducts, as the case may be.
Recently we moved into a “new” home—of course this house was built in the mid-to-late forties. We’ve been busily trying to get our lives back to normal. As I have busied myself with putting things away, I keep noticing a lot of dust. Today, I decided to attack the return air ducts with the vacuum. Let’s say that I lost the battle.
It’s a damn good thing I’m not a cat, otherwise I’d have been dead long ago. I stuck my head down into the vent and nearly whacked myself on the occiput as I yanked myself upright—all while yelling for Money, my husband. “Take a look at this.” I said, barely able to get the words out, practically just pointing at the whole in the floor. He tells me, “I already cleaned that.”
“WHAT>>>>>>>put your head in there.”
Those who know me, know I have a tendency to not only be dramatic, but also to yell.
Looks like a call to the duct cleaner-outers!
Each person in the family has had a tingle in their nose or a cough. I have listened to Isa coughing, especially at night for a bit. It is possible that she has a cold. Her temperatures are below the danger zone. So, I have let it be. We will be discussing dust with Dr. Fallon on Thursday.
You can see where the end of the vacuum reached. See that line where the dust isn’t quite so high? That is as far as I could reach. We have considered getting these ducts cleaned out. Normally we’d not even consider paying for it, but with Isa’s fragility, we might.