Last night I had my annual cord of wood delivered. I have a guy from the country who drives in to deliver it on my lawn every autumn. It certainly is a luxury in the winter and just in case I lose power or heat, I know I have plenty of fuel for fire. After a pretty non-eventful day of school I came home, put some work gloves on and started hauling logs. I made a pile in the back patio this time and started a pile by the door. I wasn't able to finish before it got dark and I started coughing. So I went in for the evening to get to bed early. As I was working, I wondered how many times had my parents been doing hard work around the house when I was inside watching tv or doing my own thing without thought to help them. I suppose it's payback time. My young adult children don't seem the least bit interested in hard work around the house, inside or out. Someday, maybe they will be doing some laborious job around their own home and wish their kids would help out. That is, if they have kids.