1. Spinning cotton. I don't knit with cotton. Ouch on the hands, ow on the wrists. Spinning something I would not use seems to miss the point. (There is far too much yardage needed for weaving, so no, not that either.)
2. Hot weather. Then summer would not be so awful. We are talking July and August. Worthless months except for local produce.
3. Baking. Too finicky. No degrees of freedom. Difficult to figure what went wrong EVEN WHEN I FOLLOW THE RECIPE EXACTLY. Now ask me about my short ribs! Yum.
4. Flying. Nothing new here. I wish each trip didn't begin and end with fear.
5. Exercise. Yup, me too. But I do it. Suffer for half an hour, the other 23.5 hours are better. Fountain of youth, investment in your future, etc etc.
6. Dusting. My epitaph will not say "She lived in a spotless house."
7. Ticks and mosquitos. If I liked them, then New England summers might be more fun.
8. Quilting. Such pretty FOs! But I do not not not need more stash. And another machine. Or two.
9. Massachusetts drivers. I would love to be amused by their antics. However, I have never been a fan of destructive anarchy. 'Nuff said.
10. Typepad. Quick and dirty is the only virtue here.