You just put something into prospective for me.

My father was always massively obsessed with perfectly manicuring his yard. I was never allowed to play on it as a child. The dogs were not allowed to go on it. I had to mow perfectly straight lines.

Now, I'm not exonerating him for being obsessive and a hard-ass, but I never thought of it as his "hobby". I look at it as necessary maintenance. I still prescribe to the edict: "If anything is worth doing, it's worth doing right", but it's just a lawn!

Now that I think of it, it was his hobby. For some reason that softens the resentment I always had for his yard.

I still fantasize about blowing doughnuts on the front lawn, but still... I breathe a little better about it now.

Thank you