I am sure dust was one of God's mistakes. I know, I know, God doesn't make mistakes, don't believe it. God made chiggers, and there is a serious design flaw in human knees.
There are few jobs I feel are beneath my station in life but dusting is one. I view it as a job any trained money can do, therefore I often assign the job to Bob. I have even paid my grandson, when he was younger, to do it. He is older now and is not interested in the job, even for money.
Before I had cataract surgery dust was not a problem. Now it is everywhere. I look at the ceilings but see nothing falling. Where do these little minuscule particles originate?
Living through sandstorms in Texas it was impossible to keep out sand. The next morning everything would be covered, no matter how hard you tried. But I live in Oregon now, you know, where it rains a lot.
Besides the two dusters in the picture I also have a long handled one we use to clean the ceiling fans, and around the ceilings. Got to keep those dust bunnies away.
Dust is the gift that keeps on giving. I hate it.