26. November 2011 · Comments Off · Categories: Living

When I was a teenager I found physical chores dull, and I could never wait for them to end.  They often involved holding a necessary wrench or other tool in one place for Dad while he tinkered with a piece of equipment, or endless raking.  These days I enjoy the pure physicality of many outdoor chores, stacking firewood among them.  Yes, we get to see the results of our labors in an afternoon – a virtual millisecond compared to many work assignments I tackle – but more than that, stacking firewood means using the fingers and hands in the manner they are meant to be used.

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