What’s your favorite chore?
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Being the glue in our family.
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I’d have to go by “least noxious” or “most tolerable” rather than favorite. I think it would have to be mowing. I get a lot of thinking done when mowing. I can sort things out. And the visible results vs. effort quotient is high.
Vacuuming.
’cause I got rid of 60% of my carpet.
I might say dish washing if I had a cute dishwasher.
Sweeping the driveway, esp. when I was still working. Light physical exercise, mindless, sure to suceed, finish in less than 1/2 hour, feel better because it looks better. Good stress buster, along the lines of AWM’s cutting grass.
If’n it wuz my favorite thang, it wouldn’t be no chore.
When income exceeds outgo my favorite chore is paying bills.
Feed the Hossies…
Feed the ChickchickchickHenz
Feed the dawg
Feed The Mister
[hm... I think I see a pattern here...]
It sure as hell isn’t cleaning the refrigerator. Maybe if I were a microbiologist I’d have more appreciation for the things I find in there.
I’m ok with mowing and weeding. That can be kind of relaxing.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ In that order too eh> ;o) I do enjoy seeing pics of the critters Claire.
I’m a vacuumer too mech.
Guarding the TV. Hey someone’s got to do it.
I raked up the lawn today ( free lawnmower didn’t come with a bag:(
I realized today that it felt like a luxury to spend over an hour doing it…dunno if that’s sad or good:)
Mowing the lawn. Once it’s done you don’t have to do it for another week. Also, everyone knows you did it.
mech 4: I might say dish washing if I had a cute dishwasher.
Here’s a couple of cute ones:
http://hostedmedia.reimanpub.com/TFH/Projects/FH00JUN_DISHWA_01.JPG
http://blog.seattlepi.com/naturalmedicine/files/2012/04/dishwasher.jpg
Of course, for some people (particularly in Oregon), dishwashing is more exciting than it is for others:
http://www.kval.com/news/local/121296289.html
Taking out the trash. It’s one of those little, sort of magical, things that makes a civilization.
Me, ah lahks the Jersey Chore. I goes there in mah Capreece, ‘cept they got all of them greasy white folk lookin’ nasty but some of the mens are sweet.
Keeping the neighbor kids off the lawn with a BB gun.
Any simple, repetitive labor that requires only superficial concentration and works up a good sweat while accomplishing something that I can look at when it’s finished and feel good about.
That’s when my mind works on really complex issues or plans or problems . . . somehow just the walking back and forth pushing a mower or power-washing the front walk/slab or trimming hedges or pruning trees/bushes or detailing a car seems to enhance my thought processes somehow.
Just don’t get the same effect sitting down in a chair to work on a problem . . . mind tends to wander, and sometimes it doesn’t come back ’til it’s been to Madagascar, Puma Punku, Oak Island, a hot tropical night 40 years ago, a storm at sea, and some old movie I really liked.
And perhaps the best part of a sweaty, dirty, tiring, repetitive-motion outside job is that long session in the rainlocker and those fresh clothes going on over my refreshed body, giving me that “Ahhhhhhh . . . . . ” series of physical sensations to go along with the satisfaction of a job well done and a problem neatly worked out.
Hard to tell sometimes which is actually the better part — the gittin dirty or the gittin clean afterwards.
Anything that gets me out of the house.
I HATE cleaning the shower… I’d rather clean the toilets.
I think it’s the water dripping UP my arms.
I hate all chores because I’ve been doing them since I had to stand on a foot stool to reach the faucets to do the dishes. I never minded outside chores just because I love being outside.
The shower afterwards. Especially the just-standing-there-in-the-hot-rinse part. If it weren’t for the waste, I’d spend five or ten minutes just doin’ that.
Okay, real chore favorite?
Haulin’ trash to the recycling center:
• Any keep/toss decision-making and agonizing ends
• Get to see if I can still swing a heavy-laden roll-around trash bin up into the SUV
• The garage gets to air out, and the smell dissipates
• Throwing and dumping bags’n stuff into the maw of the … big … hydraulic … compressor — emotionally purging, mentally therapeutic, and fun
• Standing and watching the hydraulic compressor effortlessly deal with ev.er.y.thing
• Watching some little kid toss their little box into the maw to see it bein’ crushed, then smilin’, clappin’, or turnin’ to dad/mom with the thrill of vicarious mechanical destruction. (Oh, yes, kid. We understand. Wait ’till you see Goldfinger.)
I don’t know either, but I know that feeling!!!
I’d rather do dishes by hand than empty out the dishwasher…
Here’s another vote for vacuuming. I have pretty significant tinnitus, and the sound of a vacuum cleaner does a wonderful job of blocking the shrill whistling that I hear the rest of the time.
Vacuuming?
Okay, but [whineyvoice] thehere’s all thaat em.pty.ing and cord-winding and pulling the oriental rugs’ fringe out of the brushes and going back and forth fifteen times before admitting that the vac won’t pick up that pistachio hull [/whineyvoice] (although it will pick up the power cord, ironically).
For dishwashing I got the idea from this:
As for the vacuuming, with the carpet gone, floors awaiting concrete stain, I only have two bedrooms to do, quick. For the rest I got a big commercial dust mop, very nice.
Reloading ammo.
It a chore but it makes me feel good. A feel good chore?
vacuuming/cleaning the pool. I get in and swim/push the vacuum through the pool. It’s relaxing and a good excuse to swim.
Purging – getting rid of stuff I don’t need, want, or use. I just spent yesterday purging my bathroom. It felt good. I actually like most house cleaning chores (except putting laundry away) Cleaning has always had a calming effect for me. I told the mr years ago he could tell if I was REALLY pissed cuz’ I’d just start randomly moving furniture and start scrubbing without any sort of plan or point.
Oh, Katzmeow — how urgently and desperately I need your counsel and advice for Milady.
‘sNot fair to call her “packrat,” for she will toss trash. But she absolutely, steadfastly, vehemently refuses to get rid of clothing, knick-knacks, bric-a-brac, gewgaws, gimcracks, and all manner of dust collectors.
Sheeeesh! I first met her in 1960, and she still has clothing she wore in those days . . . SERiously. If I’m lyin, I’m dyin. In one drawer of the dresser in MY bedroom, she has stashed panties she bought when she weighed around 110, and the last time that happened was around 30 years ago. She now is around 130, so there’s no way she’ll EVAH get back in ‘em, but she will NOT get rid of ‘em.
I’ve found shoes in various states of disrepair: broken straps, missing heels, detached uppers, and so on. W.I.L.L. N.O.T. get rid of ‘em, and threatens me with severe damage if I mess with her stuff. Last time I made a rough count of her shoes, it was around 80 pairs, not including rain boots or booties or shower shoes.
This house has 7 normal-sized closets, of which I am allowed ONE for my shirts, jackets, and pants; she has commandeered ALL the others, including the coat closet in the foyer, which she has stuffed with her jackets and various cool-weather gear. All the beds have boxes and bags of sweaters, shirts, and other junk under ‘em. Let’s not even get into what’s up in the loft.
Puh-leeeeze, come reason with her.
blindshooter (29)
Wait … hobbies count as chores? Nobody told me.
Chris (30)
I just got a kiddie pool for the deck (since I’m renting, I can’t reinforce it for a hot tub, so a few inches of sun-heated splash has to fill the bill). I think maintenance will consist of rolling it over and refilling it. Maybe just flicking-out the long-leaf-pine needles.
Just thought of another good chore, a once-per-move chore:
stacking books on the library shelves (near on to a hunnert linear feet’s worth).
Oh, man, remembering where I got ‘em and why, sometimes what’s in ‘em, then sortin’ ‘em by subject and making heartbreaking decisions to consign some to the lower shelves. Yep, gazing around at the new library is satisfactual*, alright.
* Cultural ref (@:38sec) Still one of my favorite childhood movies.
Reminded me of today, actchally. Mild weather, sunshine, and friendly birds.
Yeah, one of those “more, please” days.
Have to agree with AWM. Minimal effort, maximal results. Plenty of thinking time. Unfortunately it takes me all over my vast estate, where I see other gardening chores that need to be done.
Doug, reloading turned into work back when I was competing nearly every weekend. I think now that’s behind me it may become a hobby again.
I gotta find more book cases, I have boxes and boxes of books after moving. My old place had a reloading/library room that I built in book shelves. Getting them out and in some order would not be a chore at all.
^bocopro (32) – This house has 7 normal-sized closets, of which I am allowed ONE for my shirts, jackets, and pants; she has commandeered ALL the others, including the coat closet in the foyer, which she has stuffed with her jackets and various cool-weather gear. All the beds have boxes and bags of sweaters, shirts, and other junk under ‘em. Let’s not even get into what’s up in the
loftattic.Do we live in the same house, share the same wife? How come we’ve never met?
Giving my wife a foot massage after I vacuum the rugs.
bocopro (32) – I’d happily try, however I don’t seem to be very effective getting others to purge as I do. The Mr is a packrat that still has closed boxes in the garage that were closed when I met him 15 years ago, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t even know what’s in them anymore. They’ve even gone through 3 moves in those 15 years. I kinda miss him traveling all the time, cuz it gave me a chance to get rid of tons of stuff around the house that he doesn’t want to get rid of.
Baking bread.
Digging garlic.
All chores suck.