Work
A couple of years ago we made a floor for our dining room – from a tree. We also put down a slate floor in the kitchen ourselves. And then we took apart a fire place and hauled bricks down the street to make a patio( we didn’t build the patio ourselves) . I couldn’t explain to anyone why we did it . But I just looked at a Ted Talk by Mike Rowe ( dirty jobs) about work. Meaning labour. And it explains things. There is a certain satisfaction in work. My dad has said this ( and done it ) . My Dh lives it. and I get it.
Watch him. He is entertaining and his conclusion are something my DH and I have been talking about.
No embedding – here is the link
question of the day
It wasn’t supposed to be garden day …but it was anyway . DH mowed the lawn. So I had to dig a hole in the compost heap for the green waste. And then he sharpened the teeth on the alligater — which meant testing. Good bye 1/2 of a very overgrown bush. What makes me curious is , how come DH working ends up giving me more work?
Work
as in no thanks, I’d rather not. I labored for about 2 hours in the garden today. That wasn’t work. It wasn’t exactly all fun, but I know what I did – there is evidence ( a whole wheelbarrow full) and I won’t have to do exactly the same thing tomorrow or even next week. Work is things like emptying the cat boxes, cleaning out the fridges, dishes, vacuuming, laundry, bill paying, and grocery shopping. Occasionally cooking is work too. Someday I’d like to conduct an experiment: if the only things I had to do were : work in the garden, go to work ( I like working at the library ), and cook when I felt like it – what I would get done? the same amount as I usually do ? more, because I’d have less responsibility? Or less because , ‘yay fun week’? Ah well, since I am unlikely to find a volunteer, I guess I’ll just have to speculate.
