What a weather month Goshen County has had. From the time I first got here, I found out people around the area like to say some variation of, ďThis is Wyoming. If you donít like the weather, give it an hour.Ē
They werenít kidding. In the last month, Iíve hit the driving range and got sunburn in shorts and a T-shirt, accidentally ran a few miles through the 60-plus-mph wind storm and broke out the snow boots to trudge to work through nearly two feet of snow.
All the wind and weather has been exhausting. Not to me, really, but to my house. I have come to a conclusion about living in Wyoming: I am not capable of keeping a dwelling fully cleaned. Itís just not possible for me, and I canít imagine Iím the only one.
Letís look at the past week or two, or, more specifically, two weekends ago.
Those 60-degree days seemed perfect for cleaning. It was so nice out, it was time to open up the windows, air out the house and really get after the spring cleaning.
The first issue: dust. The stuff collects fast out here. Itís so dry and dirty in these drought conditions, and then you combine that with the high winds, and, yeah, Iím pretty sure I adopted a herd of unwanted bunnies under my couch over the winter.
Of course, dusting is a lost cause. Iím pretty sure as soon as Iím finished thereís another thin layer accumulating. Put some polish on your wood furniture as thick as you want, it will only help for a little while.
Defeated, I still managed to move onto all the classics, which are as miserable here as anywhere else: mopping, vacuuming and scrubbing every nook and cranny.
But, after a couple hours, everything was clean! The dust was mostly gone, and everything was disinfected and looking great!
If only Iíd have checked the extended forecast, because, two days later, that pesky blizzard rolled in. Despite my best (weak) efforts, I tracked snow throughout the house on multiple occasions walking back and forth to work a few times a day. And, whenever I didnít, the dog ran in and did the deed for me, or Iíd get my socks wet trying to get the boots off without dirtying the floors. The mop and I spent some quality time together those days.
Then it got warmer and started to melt. But, of course, all that dirt and dust created perfect mud. The dog and I ruined our fair share of cheap doormats the past week. She also escaped my grasp once and made a dog footprint mural throughout the house. I know, I know, pay for training classes already.
Soon, inevitably, the winds kicked up! These infamous winds have wreaked havoc on the house all winter. They have systematically ripped off any cover I put on my window air conditioning units. Iím at the point now where I donít think an entire roll of duct tape, packing tape, super glue and 400 trash bags combined can protect my AC units.
This has led to a nice amount of dust and dirt collecting on the floor near many of my windows (and then beyond, of course), which has created a fun cleanup routine involving a broom and vacuum both working not so seamlessly together (donít ask).
Needless to say, itís been quite the challenge trying to tame my house with such a confused Mother Nature. But, I heeded everyoneís advice and waited an hour.
Sure enough, this past weekend, most of the snow was long gone, the mud had already started to slowly dry up and I had another opportunity to tidy up.
Now everything is clean again, and Iím sure itíll be in the 60s here in a couple days. Let me just check that Tuesday and Wednesday forecast...
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