As I pitchforked the fiftieth square yard of mulch, I reflected on Tom Sawyer painting the fence, and selling the opportunity to his friends, and I wondered if I could go down to the gym and convince the folks down there that spreading mulch is a workout worth every bit as much as what they’re paying for their gym membership.
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I was wondering how many of my neighbors would appreciate me screeching AUNT POLLLLLYYYY anytime I spilled paint while working on the new panel by the garage. It's hardly painting weather now, but the plan is to put a coat on in the spring (and not white, probably something that more closely matches the house). How fitting that you bring it up here.
Used to joke that working pet retail and slinging the big bags of dog food was just as good as the gym. Rotating stock when that involved putting new on the bottom of the huge stacks was as good as a workout.
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