Two haiku about: motivation.
With all the cutting of wood for the house basically done, I finally got around to cleaning up the front yard this morning. I loaded up the truck with all the bits of leftover and cut laminate and trim, the ridiculous amount of cardboard that was lying around, the old kitchen counter and sink, and other various bits and bobs.
Now all that stuff is at the dump (the cardboard's in the recycling) and the front yard looks fairly reasonable again. Just about ready for us to do something with it once spring returns.
What motivates you?
To speak. To create. To breathe.
Do you even know?
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He picks up the pen,
grabs some paper, and pretendsit's not for money.