Old crippled people need implements to perform ordinary tasks. I use two aluminum canes for walking. I'm grateful for even that amount of mobility; but calling it walking is a misnomer as far as I'm concerned. Anyway, this means anytime I am vertical both my hands are already in use. I've been using the foam covered handle of one cane to kind of rake the dust toward the kitchen wastebasket. This process has proved unsatisfactory.
Fear of slippage causes me to remain bare-foot most of the time and I've been noticing a crunchy sound when going from desk to bathroom. Also the afternoon sun here in the Midwest in these "post-summer aapocalyptic heat, pre-winter abysmal darkness" lights my space all the way to the front door. My usual traffic path was shining clean. The edges near the furniture not so much.
Where the hell does the dusty crusty stuff come from? I rarely have guests. My one pair of shoes are most often parked under my dresser. I am vigilant about wiping up spills of any kind. It must be fluff blowing in from the open windows or the space under the door. And I will NOT invest in one of those hideous draft dodger cushions with smiling dog faces I see shoved under other hallway doors. Thus cometh the implements.
Baby Sister and one of my Darling Daughters gifted me a long handled dust pan and an almost matching red broom. The broom is thick bristled and angled just enough so that I can lean on it just a smidge whilst balancing cane handles over the opposite wrist. No Fall Um! A very cumbersome and time consuming procedure. My entry hall and kitchen floors are now immaculate.
Would you like to hear about my "puttingonsocks" or "reachingoverhead" implements? Maybe later, eh? Welcome to the lifestyles of the old, poor, and crippled.
Fear of slippage causes me to remain bare-foot most of the time and I've been noticing a crunchy sound when going from desk to bathroom. Also the afternoon sun here in the Midwest in these "post-summer aapocalyptic heat, pre-winter abysmal darkness" lights my space all the way to the front door. My usual traffic path was shining clean. The edges near the furniture not so much.
Where the hell does the dusty crusty stuff come from? I rarely have guests. My one pair of shoes are most often parked under my dresser. I am vigilant about wiping up spills of any kind. It must be fluff blowing in from the open windows or the space under the door. And I will NOT invest in one of those hideous draft dodger cushions with smiling dog faces I see shoved under other hallway doors. Thus cometh the implements.
Baby Sister and one of my Darling Daughters gifted me a long handled dust pan and an almost matching red broom. The broom is thick bristled and angled just enough so that I can lean on it just a smidge whilst balancing cane handles over the opposite wrist. No Fall Um! A very cumbersome and time consuming procedure. My entry hall and kitchen floors are now immaculate.
Would you like to hear about my "puttingonsocks" or "reachingoverhead" implements? Maybe later, eh? Welcome to the lifestyles of the old, poor, and crippled.
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