The Dust Must Go

Living in an arid environment like Scottsdale we have lots of dust — let me repeat that, lots of dust.   It’s everywhere and gets on and in everything.   It’s a good thing I’m not allergic to it.   Every morning before Norm puts me in my wheelchair he spends a few minutes (maybe just one minute) dusting off the surface areas of my beautiful motorized wheelchair.   He has been using one of those electrostatic handheld dusters.   It has worked fairly well until recently when it seems to have puffed up and doesn’t get in all those nooks and crannies like it used to.

Yesterday, we were doing some shopping at the local drugstore and I thought I would take a look around and find another duster.   I didn’t find one, but I did find this small car dust mop designed for cleaning off the dash inside the car.   It had a bristle brush on one end and a red thread mop on the other end which looked like Raggedy Ann hair.   I bought it thinking it would do the job.

So, Norm used it this morning on my wheelchair and it did not work as we hoped.   Instead of wiping off the dust it left red fibers on everything it touched.   Useless!   What we really need to buy is something to blow air all over the wheelchair like those high pressure air hose things at the gas station you use to put air in your tires.   Maybe Ingersoll Rand air tools would do the trick?   (I’m so clever sometimes I laugh out loud.)