THIS SHOWS TWO PEOPLE SITTING OUT ON THE LANAI. BEHIND THE SETTEE IS WHERE THE DIRT CAME IN. |
It’s lovely to sit outside, but be inside at the same time.
So. If you go back quite a few posts, you will see me
railing against the dirt that blows in from the screens and comes out of the concrete blocks
around the pool.
It's now painted blue, And that's not my floor. |
I decided that to keep out the dirt, I’d build a small,
but, inexpensive wall.
HYPOTHESIS:
If you have an area that is bordered by dirt, the dirt will
come over the border.
EXPERIMENTAL METHOD:
Building a wall and objectively measuring the dirt that
comes in, compared to the dirt that came in before the wall.
Description of experiment.
Okay. I didn’t measure the dirt. I eyeballed in and know
after years, about how much comes in.
I built a two story Styrofoam Wall that is about 9” high and
covers the entire area in question.
Digression. The building of said wall was delayed due to
Hurricane Matthew.
The wall was completed in good time. Furniture moved around
and some decorations put up to cover the wall which is plain (read as ugly).
EXTRANEOUS VARIABLES:
For those of you who are not scientists, that means, stuff
you can’t predict beforehand.
Just a little piece of I think, cigar paper. |
In my case, my husband taking up cigar smoking. The occurrence
may or may not have coincided with the wall, but was definitely
related to having a nice place to sit and smoke cigars and not be in the house.
crushes in ashes on the rug. |
CONCLUSION:
Over the millennia people have attempted to combat dirt by
cleaning. As those of us who clean know, it always comes back.
In this case, it had changed form. Therefore, although the hypothesis was
correct about the dirt being blocked by the wall, the dirt found another way
in. It always has and it always will.
I am tempted to make a joke. Like, I’d like to hire someone
to clean up the dirt, but if the Big Wall goes up, where will I find someone to
hire?
But I wouldn’t say that so I didn’t.
Thanks for reading.
PS. My husband will tell you the story about us driving in the car and me yelling at him for making dirt from breakfast. I pointed to the dirt, and he said, "That tiny crumb?"
We have very different ideas about dirt. Just to be fair.
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