Chores

I had to vacuum the steps, at least in Henning. I’m not sure how often that actually happened, but it is one memory of a chore that was specifically mine. It was also in Henning that I learned to mow the lawn, or at least most of it (I didn’t always mow in a straight line). I cleaned my room, at least once in a while. I learned to fold laundry, and I am now the envy of my wife’s side of the family for my crisply folded t-shirts and socks and the tucked corners when I make the bed. At any event of family or close friends, I’m often one of the first to get up and start clearing away dishes. I’m glad I we were raised to make a contribution and to appreciate a clean house.