I don’t find yard work enjoyable at the best of times. However, it is one of those necessary evils–I guess. Today I had the pleasure (Hmmm?) of doing some chores for my father. These chores saw this dutiful son scaling a tall ladder and lopping of tree branches that somehow failed to survive the harsh winter. Normally the conqueror would boast at being the survivor, but I remember just how harsh a winter it was.
After the work was done and the tools put away, there comes a perfect moment to enjoy a beer. While a huge beer snob I certainly am, when your body aches from the exertion, and the sweat cakes your dirt and wood covered shirt, pretty much any beer, be it bottles or cans, tastes awesome. I couldn’t even tell you what beer it was, but I know that it wasn’t long before I had another.