Kids and Chores

When I was a kid. Shit did I really just say that? well, back to the story. If my father told me to do something. I dropped what I was in the middle of, and did the task. Not half assed either. totally assed. If I didn't do it right the first time there was a definite outcome that I didn't want to experience.
I told my son to shovel the walkway. It had a bit of ice and a little snow, and when I got back from the gym there was a slight trail where he had drug the shovel along.

He did get out there and do something, so I guess I should be happy that something got done. I had him go back out and re-do it. That may have to happen a third time.

I am thinking about re-posting my old blog here. I was one of the early boggers. Before we were even known as bloggers. I posted in GeoCities, but stopped when they put out a notice that all the content posted belonged to them, not to the poster. I had a fairly well followed blog that chronicaled my days as a single dad looking for love, or at least a relationship, or sometimes just a warm attractive body to hold. It told of meeting my wife and our early days. Don't know if they'll be any interest, but it's only on paper now. Maybe time to expose that old material to the world.
any thoughts?