I hate cutting the grass. Not because it’s hard work – it’s not. But it’s tedious work. I hate having to move the lawn mower sideways to cut around oddly shaped edges. Speaking of edges, I hate edging (or whatever it’s called – that funny machine that spins a little plastic rod around really fast). Oh yeah, I hate gardening too.
Now shoveling snow – that I love. The deeper the better. Well there is a limit. When I have to do it in stages because it’s just that deep, well then it’s not as much fun. But other than that, I love shoveling snow. And chopping wood. So satisfying.
So just to recap now. I hate fussy work and making things beautiful. I love exerting myself and throwing shit around. Damn I wish I could remember my early childhood. It must have been … interesting.