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What is a Dust Bunny?

It is a known fact that  Dust Bunnies can take any shape, size or color, and the little bits of matter that collect on them are unique to every one of them.   Every time I sweep under my bed, move the couch, or just look in a corner where they like to mingle, I see them up close and personal.  One rolled out just the other day with green particles clinging to it like a tail of a dog.  It spiraled in the breeze tumbling across the room making me wonder if they each have a personality.

Although dust bunnies are not living breathing creatures, they do tend to have a mind of their own.  There are the ground hugging ones that seem glued to the floor weighted down by life’s burdens  resembling slugs with bulbous bodies unable to have a bounce in their step.  Others drift through the air without a care in the world landing on top of dressers, beds, and table tops.  While there are those who just want to hide in dark corners shaking at the slightest disturbance.

Wikipedia gets in on the bunny fun with an entry dedicated specifically to Dust Bunnies:

  • Dust bunnies (or dustbunnies), also called dust mice, are small clumps of dust that form under furniture and in corners that are not cleaned regularly. They are made of hair, lint, dead skin, spider webs, dust, and sometimes light rubbish and debris, and are held together by static electricity and felt-like entanglement.[citation needed] They can house dust mites or other parasites, and can lower the efficiency of dust filters by clogging.[1] The movement of a single large particle can start the formation of a dust bunny.[2]
  • Dust bunnies are harmful to electronics, as they can obstruct air flow through heat sinks, raising temperatures significantly, and therefore shortening the life of electronic components.[3]
  • A trademark for “Dustbunny” was registered in 2006 for the “Dustbunny Cleaner”, a robotic ball with an electrostatic sleeve that rolls around under furniture to collect dustbunnies and other material.[4][5]
  • Dust bunnies have been used as an analogy for the accretion of cosmic matter in planetoids.[6][7]

As noted by Wikipedia, these dusty creatures are composed of some of the “ick” that falls to the floor to be swept under the rug or into the corner.  Once enough of this ick gathers together a small sphere will form greeting you the next time you venture under your bed.  Before you suck that little bundle of wonder up in the vacuum take a moment to reflect on the life of a dust bunny, and be thankful that your life is not wholly made up of  all that nasty debris.  What if your life is?  Treat it like a dust bunny…suck it up.

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A Work in Progress

I recently completed editing my Great Grandfather’s book that was about his life as a railroad man in the early 1900’s.  It was inspirational to read his words and be a part of something he started to write when he was 70 years old.  Grandpop was 70 while he was writing his book and is now long dead. It is only now, in 2013 that his book is nearly ready to publish.  As I sit to write my own book I wonder about his time writing. He wrote everything in longhand and then my Great Aunt would put the words to the typewriter.  Correspondence was by snail mail so each leg of the writing was done over months rather than the minutes.

Today, we have spell check, auto correct, email, blogs, tweets, friends, and a plethora of other outlets.  The overwhelming variety can be blissfully tiring.

The railroad business was mixed with brutality and bliss and he had a unique perspective as he was one of the builders who found the lay of the land and supervised the workers who laid the track.  It had rainbows of color that are perfect for story writing.  His detailed descriptions of the mundane brings his time on the railroad to life.  He loved this work and it took him through hostile lands both here and abroad.  He fought swamps and deserts, along with rebels and farmers.  He went so far as to be a founding father of a small town just so a railroad station could be built there.  He had moxsey.

Here’s to my Great Grandfather.  I will dedicate my book to you.  It will be done before I’m 70.

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What is going to happen tomorrow?  Where are my children?  What happens if it never stops raining?  How will I get all this done?  Why do people have to lie?  When will the world end? Why am I here?  What are they going to do?  Where are they now? How am I going to survive this? Will she be OK?  Paper or plastic?

That constant pressure of worry that precedes the future with questions that cannot be answered.  The window to tomorrow is constantly closed and the pane painted over to hide any details about that elusive day.  The entire body convulses into uncontrollable shivers, nausea, heart palpitations, weakness in the limbs, and an overall feeling of illness that spreads to every pore.  The mind is stripped of any hope of logic.  Thoughts explode in an uncontrolled blast of volcanic goo rendering the mind dysfunctional for the duration.  The connection to the surrounding world is severed and the body, mind, and spirit all implode to a black hole that sucks the life out of everything.  Thought beyond the threshold is limited to a narrow understanding of a tree,  a car, a cat, a bush, or a flower.  Beauty is lost to an abyss of fear churning through the bowels.

Hopelessness.  Lost.  Falling.  Isolation. Collapse.

ANXIETY defined.

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It Sucks!

If you are under 40 you may want to stop reading now as you may not “get it” yet.  If you are over 40 then read on and feel free to nod anytime you hear something familiar.  Aging sucks!  There it is.  Bold as brass and hanging out there for the world to see.  If you are still in your youth, you too will get older and get those cranky moments in the aging process.

The first thing to go is eyesight.  You might be one of those lucky few who wore glasses your entire life and are now over 40 and no longer need them.  Most likely you are in the different group who either wore glasses all these years and need thicker ones, or you are now in glasses for the first time.  Your eye doctor may have said to you, “I’ll see you when you’re forty.”  You, in your humble opinion, may have begged to differ and told him/her that you, in fact, won’t ever be back.  Luck went to those who actually made it to 45 before having to learn the art of glasses care.

Next on the aging agenda is the digestion tract.  If you ever experienced Aunt Martha’s ability to clear a room then you are in for some fun.  You too will have this auspicious ability.  You will soon discover that the methane you produce will increase with foods you never imagined would create such an aroma.  Of course, your first experience will be at your boss’ house as you celebrate that promotion you worked your entire career for.  This is all capped with the fact that everything that goes in your mouth comes back out in a whole new manner of gurgles, grunts, groans, and consistency.  Oh yes, it is joyous to age.

Before you get out of bed every morning you  may wonder what will hurt today.  As you lay there, looking at the ceiling at sunrise (no, you won’t sleep until noon on Saturday anymore), your first thoughts may be, “Will I be able to stand up?  Will it be my feet or back today?  Yesterday it was my shoulder so hopefully that worked itself out.  The day before was my neck, and the day before that….hmmm, I don’t remember.”  Your body will betray you at every possible opportunity so be prepared with a cabinet filled with your favorite pain reliever.

Speaking of not remembering….you will be noun challenged before you know it, and soon after, your short term memory will become shorter.  The day you walk into a room and wonder what the heck you are doing there is the first day, in a long sequence of days, that you will be lost in your own house.  Try explaining to someone where you left that whatchamacallit without having to stop and figure out how to get to the upstairs bathroom and open that thingie above the, “Oh hell, I don’t remember what it’s called!”  Instead you just don’t go there in the first place.  They didn’t really need it anyway and now you can’t remember what you were talking about.

For women, there is a whole set of problems specially designed to make aging even better.  Let’s have some hot flashes ALL NIGHT LONG!  Gentlemen, just so you might have a hint on what this feels like, (if you have an ancient and tender stomach you might want to skip down to the next paragraph) let me take a moment to enlighten you on what a hot flash feels like.  You know that hot, queezy, ichy feeling you get when you have the stomach flue?  It’s the part right after that; when you have a sudden flash of heat on your brow, your body temperature jumps at least 50 degrees and you immediately lose the contents of your stomach.  Take that hot feeling and make it last 5-15 minutes and have it occur every 1-4 hours every day 24 hours a day!  For some ladies this goes on for YEARS.  OK guys, don’t throw that hormone replacements out there thinking all women should take them.  Remember, those things cause cancer.  Today’s doctors are telling women, “Just tough it out…it won’t last that long.”  You got it….male doctor.

Anyone who is under 40, and actually read this tirade on aging, please note that it all isn’t all gloom and doom.  Excersise (that dirty little word) is a perfect weapon against many of the aches and pains that will plague you, along with a good diet (sorry, the methane will still be amazing).  The best medicine for aging is to know it’s going to happen sooner or later.  Go into those Golden Years with a happy heart, a daily dose of humor, topped with a slathering of understanding.  Although there are a whole new set of experiences to have as you age, you will be at the height of your life.  Even if your body is all brass underneath, you can always paint the outside in gold and no one will be all the wiser.

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The Raven Said

Kings and Queens; knights, slaves, maidens and princes.  These are the things that made an era long in the past for which we have come to be who we are.  Blood ran like rivers in their times and life was beyond cruel, yet life continued and we were born.  How is that?  Why are we born and others never see past their first day in this world?  Back then it was common for children, men and women, old and young to die.  We all die.  Everything dies.  Everything lives at the same time.  Thrives. Wild things walk next to the tame.  Deer and coyotes walk among pigs and horse without fear of one another. Man walks with no one. Man is no longer in harmony.  We strive to be “one with God and nature” yet we are so far removed from it all we have no idea what is really going on around us.

In King Arthur’s time I would be dead. The miracles of science got me through childhood with medicines that healed me.  Even as an adult I would have been dead several times over in that era.  Too bad science has come along to save us all.  With all the miracles we have forgotten the preciousness of life.  We have lost touch with the intensity of the world around us.  With every breath we don’t realize that we are breathing.  With every bite of food we don’t give a thought to the life it brings.  With every step we don’t see the things crushed under our feet.

Today is a sad time indeed.  People have fallen out of grace by falling out of sync with the world around them.  Today the beginning of our end.  “Too bad.  So sad,” said the Raven.

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Hello world!

I’m here!  Have you been looking for me?  This is the place I’ll be for awhile.  My name is Coraline and I live in a tiny dust bowl of a town.  I watch the locals as they push their way through existance hoping for a better life.  Most remind me of Dust Bunnies under my bed as they tumble around ahead of the slight air movements that exist down there.  The ebb and flow of that air is what the locals ride on trying to stay ahead of life as it rolls them along in Arbitrary directions.  Thus, the name of this blog….Arbitrary Dust Bunnies.

Check under your bed and tell me what you see.

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