There's nothin' so tiresome as doin' nothin'.

I know, because that's been my job for quite a spell.

Seems sometimes as if I'd have a fit, I get so sick of loafin'." His idea of a "loaf" was rising at six and weeding his garden, superintending the labor on his cranberry swamps or about his barns and grounds, attending bank and Selectmen's meetings, and generally keeping busy until sunset.
"I tell Abbie, my housekeeper," he continued, "that if 'twan't for my age I believe I'd go to sea again just to keep from fallin' apart with dry rot.

I asked her if she'd noticed how my timbers creaked, and she said I didn't keep still long enough for her to notice anything.

Ho! ho! Nothin' makes her more provoked than for me to mention gettin' old or goin' to sea.