I hear that there are more snowstorms moving through the US. As someone who appreciates cold weather, I can't help but feel a little bit jealous. Especially when we are currently dealing with a blizzard's warmer, grittier cousin: a sandstorm. It's really the first major one we've had since we moved here, so I'm not about to complain.
But in some ways, I consider sand to be my personal nemesis. It gets everywhere. It's hard to clean up completely. It attacks you at the most awkward moments, like when you're at the beach and you've washed off your feet for the last time but somehow there's always one more stretch of sand to walk through that undoes all your efforts.
You sweep it away, and it comes back.
It can blow through your screen doors and windows.
It somehow manages to get tracked all through the house, no matter what kind of mat you put down at the front door.
Our patio was clean yesterday. Today, I took the girls out to clean it again because it looked like this:
Lucky for us, we have a squeegee. And you know what? I haven't carried out a good squeegee-ing since Jordan in 2007. It felt good to go native for a few minutes and squeegee the dickens out of the patio. Never mind that it's been half covered in sand again as I write this, two hours later.
By the way, I can't help but feel guilty for blogging about anything besides Egypt when things are still so tense there. It was the same way in November when Megan Smith passed away. I felt like a traitor every day I wrote about something else and pretended to have gotten over her death. So just know that I'm not "over" Egypt. I don't know how the situation there is going to get better, but I know the people will find a way, somehow. And my thoughts are still with them, even if my blog posts aren't.
But in some ways, I consider sand to be my personal nemesis. It gets everywhere. It's hard to clean up completely. It attacks you at the most awkward moments, like when you're at the beach and you've washed off your feet for the last time but somehow there's always one more stretch of sand to walk through that undoes all your efforts.
You sweep it away, and it comes back.
It can blow through your screen doors and windows.
It somehow manages to get tracked all through the house, no matter what kind of mat you put down at the front door.
Our patio was clean yesterday. Today, I took the girls out to clean it again because it looked like this:
Lucky for us, we have a squeegee. And you know what? I haven't carried out a good squeegee-ing since Jordan in 2007. It felt good to go native for a few minutes and squeegee the dickens out of the patio. Never mind that it's been half covered in sand again as I write this, two hours later.
By the way, I can't help but feel guilty for blogging about anything besides Egypt when things are still so tense there. It was the same way in November when Megan Smith passed away. I felt like a traitor every day I wrote about something else and pretended to have gotten over her death. So just know that I'm not "over" Egypt. I don't know how the situation there is going to get better, but I know the people will find a way, somehow. And my thoughts are still with them, even if my blog posts aren't.