Seems like I just did all these:
1. Put away winter gear, coats, boots, shovels, etc.
2. Roll out and tune lawn mower.
3. Replace ramp on back shed.
4. Repair and paint door trim on side shed.
5. New gravel on side driveway.
6. Clean gutters.
7. New screen in kitchen window.
8. Bring fans and ACs up from basement, clean and might as well stick 'em in the windows while I'm at it even though I refuse to run them before Mother's Day.
9. Powerwash the siding.
10. Paint front stoops and porch.
11. Call tree guy about that branch.
12. Do something one way or another about the damn pool.
13. Mend fence. Find gullible boys who will pay me for the privilege of painting it for me.
14. Once again seriously consider taking an ax to that god-ugly tree out front.
15. Remember I have teenaged sons who could be doing a lot of this work.
16. Eye teenaged sons grumpily; complain about creeping old age and bad back whenever they're in earshot; begin sentences with "When I was your age..."
17. Realize, sadly, that even after browbeating, bribing, guilt-tripping, and otherwise manipulating teenaged sons into pitching in and dong their fair share there will still be a bunch of chores left for me to do that I don't want to do that I will nontheless do, all summer and fall, every summer and fall, for the rest of my life or until I hit the lottery.
18. Re-think all my life choices to date.
19. Remember that once upon a time the plan was to live in a big city like New York or Boston.
20. Wonder why we don't own a nice condo in Boston or New York.
21. Hate self for not being able to afford a nice condo Boston or New York.
22. Accuse wife of having tricked me into a life in the suburbs.
23. Sell it all off, buy a Winnebago, hit the open road with the nest egg, promising to avoid Las Vegas.