taylweaver | The air we breathe

So yesterday, I noticed that the fan in our livingroom was blowing little bits of dust everywhere - onto the couch, the blanket on the couch, the clean laundry on the couch... okay, so maybe it was only blowing dust at the couch, but that was where it was pointed at the time. Well, after taking a lint brush to my formerly clean laundry (which, admittedly, has now been sitting on the couch for close to two days), I decided I couldn't deal with the little dust bunnies being spewed in all - well, mostly couchward - directions.

So, at 11:30 last night, I finally cleaned the fan.

On the up-side, I discovered that it is incredibly easy to remove the front of this particular fan.
On the disturbing side, it took two swiffer cloths - rather well-used, and ten incredibly dirty fingers - yes, they are still attached to my hands, and much cleaner now, so don't worry - to get the majority - and not even all, just the majority - of the dust off.

And the most disturbing part of all: New York City dust is a uniform dark gray. The kind of dark gray that is almost black. And forms dust bunnies. It was rather disgusting.

It made me think: this is what we put into our lungs?

Yuck.

But at least the fan is clean now.
And back to its old habits of feeling like it is on high when I put it on low.