Livin' in a dust bowl

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By: Jenn Kovalski

If you thought we have had too much precipitation as of late to warrant such an extreme amount of dust, you are correct. The dust bowl I am talking about is my boyfriend’s house. It has currently been under construction for the last 4 weeks. The crux of the construction is a complete gut job upstairs to add a dormer which will significantly increase room sizes, raise the ceilings and add a second bathroom.

I think many people would agree that any type of construction on one’s home while still living in it is disruptive to your routine. It’s strange to have people in your home when you aren’t there, even if you trust them. Our dog, Dougie’s peaceful daytime naps have ceased to exist before he could even growl about it. I will say that our construction crew have been nothing short of exceptional. They do great work, are courteous, communicative and prompt.

One of the other remodel projects aside from the upstairs is to take down the wall separating the kitchen from the dining room. My boyfriend has been itching for his own demolition project ever since the construction guys said it would save him a few bucks if he took down the wall himself. Enter said boyfriend with construction gear and some sort of triple hybrid ax/crowbar/hatchet and a DIY attitude. This is the root cause of the plumes of thick, chalky clouds of which one can barely see how many fingers are held up in front of them, let alone locate their car keys to get the heck out of there.

This dust cloud has crept into every room of the already small house, no matter how many times I have cleaned. Dougie, with his handsome German Shepard-ish fur markings constantly looks like someone clapped school chalkboard erasers all over him. I am afraid to bake bread (that I learned from Tom Fletcher) because the dust looks too much like flour. I have been keeping my clothes in a sealed container in an attempt to keep them looking the color that I bought them in. The only person seemingly unaffected by the dust cloud is my boyfriend- he is actively seeking more demolition activities.

As we enter the final work phase, I look forward to being able to go back to my routine as well as the carbs from fresh bread again. I most look forward to opening the windows to let the dust out, probably just in time for pollen season, but at least yellow is my favorite color.