Kill the Dust Mop

Cottonwood stars surround the moon

I've searched in vain for a dust mop of a sort that I like for quite some time now. They do not make them liked they used to....literally.

I had one that I liked once though.

It was back when I lived in the woods. One day the elderly man who lived up the road showed up with it in his hands. He had walked the significant distance from his house to ours carrying it. 

At first I didn't know what to make of his arrival on the door strep, floor cleaning tool in hand.

Then he explained. His beloved wife of many years had died suddenly the day before and he thought I might like to have it.

Really I guess he needed someone to talk to...we had chatted in passing a few times in the past...and it seemed a good reason to come and tell us. I thanked him profusely for his puzzling gift.

And I kept and used it gratefully...because that was when they made them like they don't any more...but was always a little sad about it. However, nothing lasts forever and it is long gone. I don't remember his name and lost track of him a long time ago. Poor man.

The other day, after several eons without one and faced with two long-haired dogs worth of shedding in the house I tried to get one. However, a lady was engaged in deep thought in the kitchen tools department and every time I tried to step up to the rack she hurriedly hustled in front of me. Okay then...maybe another day....of course I reported on my experience on the way home.

So Friday the boss and Becky both bought me new ones, separately and independently. 

The one the boss found is something like a feather duster on a stick. Absolutely the nuts for getting down cobwebs, and bless his heart my taller-than-I guy decimated several rooms worth with it.

This morning, however, as I started out the door at doggo walking time, Mack spotted it.

Instantly he hit high-terrier mode and dove into it as if he'd found a badger in the house that needed killing.

I laughed so hard I could barely pull him off it. Thankfully no harm done though.....so now I have two dust mops...or maybe three...I've lost count. At least until the dog kills the fuzzy one. 

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