A few weeks ago I found out how rewarding can weeding be. Pulling out bad grass from the stone walls, cutting the ivy, sweating in the sun can bestow such a joyful feeling.
This morning we woke up ready to help Howard and Alex move furniture in their new place. And after we got home and mom and dad went out on a date, movie and dinner (how romantic!) I got frustrated and decided to go vacuum. Caleb was here today and he started eating cereal, and also, we made bread this week and other crumbly stuff... in just a few days the hard wood floor was a wondrous place of little crumbs, unnoticeable but easily felt with the bare feet. Anyway, I moved chairs, I moved stools, and vacuumed my frustration away. Maybe the physical work is such a primordial action ingrained in my feeling memories... it makes me happy. And then, looking and the sparking clean floors behind me, after moping...
And now, I have a good reason to go get wet in the shower. Water makes me happy too!
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