I once took a correspondence course in great Greek Literature -- I think it was the course I'm thinking of. I took others, and the prof was from the English department, so I'm not sure. Anyway, he wanted an essay about some ritual in my life, describing the act of fulfilling the ritual. I assume the essay was meant to be full of feeling, viscerally connecting with the reader.
Since I am an atheist, and I assume he wanted something from my religious rituals, I had to write even harder. What an expression! "Write harder." OK. In other words, connect the reader's ability to imagine my feelings to the physical acts I was carrying out. Needless to say, it was difficult to connect a man to the joys of spring cleaning. I failed miserably to engage my one and only reader, I assume, because I did not receive an "A" grade.
Perhaps it was a technical writing course that I was trying to improve my "B" grade on. Someday I'll run into the paperwork somewhere and know the answer.
Anyway, what brings this topic up now is that I find myself drawn to Spring Cleaning. We have a week of 60 degree highs, and 70 on Friday. Besides grafting scions onto the Asian pear tree, finally re-connecting a toilet, and continuing my project of insulating our basement bathroom, I am drawn to washing windows, for example.
How do I convey the pleasure of feeling useful?