Okay, the underground sprinkler system is the last straw.
Friends, colleagues, family members all insist I need to install an underground sprinkler system. Pulling around a sprinkler in the front and back yard is just too time consuming and retro. I need to dig little trenches and get battery-operated timers, and...
... and in the morning at 5 a.m., I hear the neighbors' underground sprinklers flare into life, seemingly every morning, even if it's raining.
Meanwhile, the cycling thing is confusing to them. Why would I ride in the rain? Why ride in dirt? Why go climb ridges for four hours and come home sweaty and wasted? Why ride to work 4-5 days a week, and then ride more on the weekend?
Instead, I could be focusing on a sprinkler system. And better deck furniture and umbrellas. And a better BBQ. And a home theatre system. And maybe an at-home keg system. And a better, more comfortable car.
You likely see where this is going. It seems like I could spend all my time working on improving the quality of my comforts, and getting more time to lounge around. It's as if one's life should be working, getting stressed out, and then lounging and eating and drinking in the most maximized comfort zones possible at home. Under umbrellas on the deck in comfy deck furniture with marine-grade foam in the cushions.
I'm beginning to think that supersized fast food has little to do with obesity in the US. The real problem is comfort addiction. We justify sloth by way of stress, and we focus too many efforts on more and more comfort. We spend way too much time avoiding discomfort (cycling in rain, heat, hills, for example), and as a result we don't get any physical exercise that really warrants so much comfort and recovery time afterwards. Yet, the seeming need for more comfort, and more beer and bbq, never seems to stop.
And the sprinklers pop up on their own and water the yard.