Have I mentioned here at all one of the things we do in our library over the summer is dust? “We” makes it sound like there are a bunch of people doing it, but really it is only me and the other circulation assistant. I have it on good authority, however, that in the old days there was a whole crew of students during the summer that did the dusting. Those were the days and budget cuts have left only the two circulation assistants to do the work of many.

We use a Swiffer on a periscoping “stick” so we can reach high and shorten it for low. We grab a book, or books in one hand, remove from shelf, Swiffer the shelf where the books sat, put the books back, remove the next book on the shelf, Swiffer, put book back, and so on and so on. At the same time, we shelf read which means look at the call numbers to make sure the books are in order.

I am very allergic to dust so I always take some allergy medication several hours before I know I will be dusting. I also have a mask that I wear. I feel like such a complete dork wearing it, but I would look even sillier with a bright red face and runny nose and watery eyes. I think maybe I should start racing through the library, randomly dusting students just so I can hear someone say, “Who is that masked Swiffer-er?”

The thing about this mask is that it is pale blue and stiff so that it makes a sort of round cup over most of my face. Inevitably, as soon as I put it on, my nose itches. Or my cheek. It gets to be rather comical sometimes which makes me think it is good that I am not a surgeon. As part of my surgical team I would need someone on hand to itch my nose for me otherwise I’d constantly have to stop, itch my nose, scrub up again and resume the operation. No one would want me to operate on them even if I were the best in the world.

What makes my nose start to tickle is not the dust or the mask. It’s that while wearing the mask I can’t touch my nose. I generally don’t spend much time touching my nose, but it’s like when you try not to think about something and you think about it even more. Or when you have an itchy mosquito bite and you know you aren’t supposed to scratch it so you try to ignore it and suddenly it itches even worse.

My only consolation in all this is that by the end of the summer I should have some great muscles on my arms from lifting all the books.