God Made Dirt and Dirt Don’t hurt!


Dirt, that evil substance that all parents, all people, HATE. It’s insidious and implacable, able to get into any corner, any place and in some cases appears to be self-replicating. If left alone it will engulf an entire household in less than a day. At least, that’s the impression I get from My Mom, and before her from my Grandmother. It’s almost as though my family has a private war going on with the forces of Dirt.

This is what she thinks it looks like... all the time :)

This is what she thinks it looks like… all the time πŸ™‚

That being the case I thought perhaps I would ask, is this a Mom thing? My Wife doesn’t do this and she is a Mother. As a boy I played in dirt… dug in it, built forts, played matchbox cars made damns to stop water and the list goes on and on. Dirt to me is stuff you dig in so you can play, we built ramps to jump bikes on with dirt… dirt is heavyΒ  stuff. Later I rode dirt bikes… dirt is also very unyielding when you fall off the dirt bike. I really don’t understand what my Mom is talking about there is no dirt in this house.

This is what dirt is.

This is what dirt is.

What my Mom thinks of as dirt though is… anything on the floor. I mean anything! One sock… DIRT! A Lego toy… DIRT… Paper plate, pen, tennis ball, DIRT! Anything on the floor is apparently dirt. I don’t really understand that. It’s not dirt; it’s a mess if it’s all on the floor, but otherwise, it’s really just stuff. I would never try to build a ramp out of tennis balls and paper plates, wouldn’t hold the weight, and then I would hit the dirt really hard… and that would hurt. There is one thing that doesn’t count as “Dirt” if it’s on the floor… you see we live by the water and when we come home sometimes this happens.

This isn't dirt... this is called SAND.

This isn’t dirt… this is called SAND.

Sand for some reason isn’t dirt…. but everything else on the floor is… weird. Love my Mom πŸ™‚

 

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5 thoughts on “God Made Dirt and Dirt Don’t hurt!

  1. Jemima Pett says:

    I have to support you on this. Things on the floor are not dirt. I have left them there so I know where they are when I next need them.
    Happy A to Z-ing!
    Jemima at Jemima’s blog

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  2. Pete Denton says:

    I used to love playing in the dirt as a child. Many a happy hour spent building piles of dusty, dirty piles to used with my toys cars. Ah, bringing back good memories πŸ™‚

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  3. Hart Johnson says:

    See, my mom is like your mom. But I’m a mom, and frankly, I don’t have many dirt issues. Sometimes the pet hair accumulates a little grossly, but MOSTLY the only stuff that bugs me to bad is when it starts to take on a life of it’s own. GREASE bothers me, so the kitchen needs a regular scrubbing. And MOLD is ALIVE. I’d prefer to minimize THAT. Mostly, though, I think people too intent on ridding their world of dirt ar overcompensating for some internal ‘messy house’ stuff.

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  4. I was digging around in the dirt yesterday. There’s nothing wrong with getting your hands dirty every now and again. πŸ™‚

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  5. sounds like my wife, everything is ‘dirty’ she has to ‘clean’ it up which means that I can’t find anything for about a month afterwards…which makes writing a very hard task indeed.

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