Dusty house

As I have mentioned before, and as you have seen in my recent blog entry, I sleep out on the veranda. One minor difficulty with this is that we are so close to the road that road dust gets kicked up, and covers things. This is a problem for most of the house, not just my ''room'': You wipe down a shelf, and within a week or two there is a layer of dirt -- not dust, but dirt -- on it.

The house was moved here from elsewhere back in the 1940s, I believe, by The Lady's grandfather. At the time, it was just a dirt track. Over the years, it was upgraded to gravel, and later, it was paved.

I took this photo through the front louvres, to show our proximity to the road. If it was a suburban road, it would not be as much of a problem: our distance is probably similar to what you would find in a ''residential'' neighborhood. But we are semi-rural, and people have taken to using our road as a shortcut between other, more major, roads. Thus, more volume of traffic than for most people's houses.

We also have a difficulty with road noise: If you are out on the front veranda, conversing, you must pause in mid-sentece and wait for cars to pass before finishing your thought.

For these reasons, GG and The Lady are building their house (on the lot next door) much farther back from the road.


--TG