Remember... a layer of dust protects the wood beneath it.

 Dusting...

 

"A house becomes a home when  you can write
"I love you" on the furniture."

 

 

I can't tell you how many  countless hours that I have spent CLEANING!

 

 

 

I used to spend at least 8  hours every weekend making sure things were just  perfect -- "in case someone came over." Then  I realized one day that no-one came over; they  were all out living life and having fun!

 

 

Now,  when people visit, I find no need to
explain the  "condition" of my home.
They are more interested  in hearing about
the things I've been doing  while I was
away living life and having fun.  
If you haven't figured this out yet, please  heed this advice.

 

Life is short. Enjoy  it!

 

 

Dust if you must, but  wouldn't it be better to paint a picture or write  a letter,

 

bake a cake or...

plant a seed, ponder the  difference between want and need?  

 

Dust if you must, but  there's not much time,
with rivers to swim and  mountains to climb,
music to hear and books to  read,
friends to cherish and life to lead.  
 

 

Dust if you must, but the  world's   
out there with the  sun in your eyes,
the wind in your hair, a  flutter of snow,
a shower of rain.
This day  will not come around again.

 

Dust if you must, but  bear in mind, old age will come and it's not kind.  
And when you go -- and go you must --
you,  yourself will make more dust!  

 

It's not what you  gather, but what you scatter that tells what  kind of life you have  lived.