B.C. by Mastroianni and Hart for November 29, 2020

Invent the door.

If they can have a lot of other modern things, like cups with ears and brooms, why not?

Time to get a hobby. Writing is good! It is what gets me to not be too mean to everyone. Drawing is also helpful! Hey! You could combine them! Draw pictures and make stories with them! (Grin!)

Sweeping dirt off what is essentially a dirt floor is an exercise in futility, pal.

But at least the guy is getting some “exercise.”

The really good news is that millions of years from now, that “broom, mop, whatever,” will be starring alongside Mickey Mouse in Disney’s “Fantasia” in the “Sorcerer’s Apprentice,” scene. ;)

The reason most of life is ignored, it’s either boring or personal.

Mostly it’s just not memorable. But think how boring that would be on a daily basis.

At least you don’t have to deal with critters to get a nice cave.

If I have my garage door open for more than 30 seconds, I wind up with more leaves than on my lawn.

Stemming the tide. A productive pastime.

He will eventually realize that his best career choice would be as a reform politician campaigning on a clean sweep of all the pervasive and corrupting narcissism, Machiavellianism, psychopathy, venality, mendacity, misfeasance, malfeasance, and nonfeasance. He will fail.

Well, when you live on a dirt floor, the floor gets dirty. Deal with it.

One spring they opened the hanger doors and swept every inch to get out all the crud that had collected over the winter and put it on a nice row outside the hanger doors. Then one of the pilots did a run up on a training jet. It was pointed at the hanger.

One spring they opened the hanger doors and swept every inch to get out all the crud that had collected over the winter and put it on a nice row outside the hanger doors.

Is the other 10% any more exciting?

It just seems appropriate to include the fact that there’s no threshold at the doorway. Which leads me to: Threshold (noun), The barrier, across the opening of an entrance, originally intended to hold the thresh material from being pushed out of the dirt-floor living area. In the Pioneer days, the early settlers would scatter the remains of the grain shucks, commonly called “thresh”, over the dirt floors within their cabin. To prevent the thresh from being kicked or blown out, a barrier was installed across the entrance. This also helped to keep out unwanted dirt from entering. Hence, the threshold was invented. Which reinforces the adage, “Necessity is the mother of invention”. Another dewdrop in your fountain of knowledge.

Sweeping up dirt floors does seem sort of useless.

Is he isolating? Maybe he can take a moment to consider that he can either eventually live in a hole from over-sweeping, or he can come up with an idea, such as a door.

Just another windy day living in our desert southwest. Long-long ago Sperry Phoenix tried to get me to move there, what fools! This old Wisconsinite still sees a skin cancer dermatologist twice a year. Yes I do suspect all my offices with fluorescent lights at AT&T.

Time to invent the door. But seriously, I have the same problem with leaves blowing onto my back patio. I sweep them, and more get blown in piles to the sliding door.

An iRobot is coming into your life (in a few hundred thousand years). Then when you sit down with your coffee it launches with a “doo-dilly-deet-ta-do” and heads for your feet.

Where are the dogs that bring in the dust and fur bunnies…? That’s my excuse… Then, in my depression and life-long procrastination, I would rather curl up with those same dogs and a book.

Trying to sweep out the dirt on a dirt floor is a futile task.

Who knows? Maybe it’s a stone floor.