The Joy Of A Mindless Task
Friday, November 28th, 2008The other day Andrew and I spent some time raking the leaves on the front lawn.

I told Andrew how much I enjoyed doing this type of work now and then. I told him how much more I enjoyed watching him do it. Andrew, like most teenagers, didn’t enjoy it. He suggested we buy one of those leaf blowers.
I hate those leaf blowers! They are just another one of those things we have added at ever diminishing margin of consumer utility. With the creation of the leaf blower we have managed to add both air pollution and noise pollution into one small carry on your back package.
With a rake I can enjoy the fresh air. I got a little exercise. And with a mindless job like raking, I could chat with Andrew. Andrew being Andrew means that chatting took about 30 seconds of the total hour and a half we spent raking.
I enjoy feeling the sun on my back and just letting my mind wander. It is a way to be productive and contemplate your life at the same time.
I like watching the progress. I like seeing windrows of leaves across the lawn. It gives me a feeling of accomplishment.
I would get the same feeling when I was a teenager doing some farm work. Tillage work was like that. I could drive the tractor up and down the field for a few hours and think about life and the world. I had the pleasure of watching my progress as the soil was turned with each pass. One side sort of a gray brown and the other dark and moist.
Where I grew up we would never see a Seagull unless one started doing some field operation that turned the earth. Then immediately the field would be covered with Seagulls gorging on the worms that were turned up. I always wondered where they came from.
They would come in flocks of hundreds or maybe a thousand. They would land immediately behind the tractor and feast on the smorgasbord. I would reach the top end of the field and turn around and head back. The birds would stay and eat with the tractor approaching. At the last possible moment they would take off in huge cloud of birds. They would fly just high enough to escape the tractor and then again light immediately behind to a freshly laid table.

