I entered the weekend with an enormous list of chores, some from Kris, some self-assigned. We're hosting a family reunion next weekend, which means extra cleaning on top of the normal routine. Among other things, I wanted to:
- Clean the workshop
- Sweep the entire house
- Mop the floors upstairs (we've lived in the house two years and have mopped the floors zero times)
- Mow the lawn
- Edge the lawn
- Purge clothes I no longer wear
- Dig out the laurel stump by the back porch
- Clean the back porch
- Install Kris' new rain barrel
I also needed to spend some time working on my computer projects. I wanted to:
- Redesign my comics blog
- Add some new sections to my personal finance blog
- Organize the files on my laptop (boy, are they a mess!)
- Write several entries for these various places
And how much of this did I actually accomplish? Zero. Nada. Nothing.
That's not to say I wasn't productive. I worked hard. But I worked hard building horseshoe pits. Yes, you read that correctly. I installed two lanes — four pits. I scraped earth, poured sand, leveled paving stones, built pit frames, pounded in stakes, and so on. I spent many hours creating horseshoe pits. They're far from perfect, but I like them.
I only wish somebody else had done my real chores in the meantime...