{"id":1593,"date":"2016-02-09T11:21:45","date_gmt":"2016-02-09T19:21:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/?p=1593"},"modified":"2016-02-29T11:23:03","modified_gmt":"2016-02-29T19:23:03","slug":"chores-done","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/2016\/02\/09\/chores-done\/","title":{"rendered":"Chores Done"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><em>Daily writing exercise, 750words.com<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><em>fiction by Jason Edwards<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve got the days chores done, so I should be able to get to bed early tonight. Good thing, too, as I&#8217;m exhausted. I made the beds, which I thought was going to be easy, but I had to go to three different lumber yards to get the right wood, and the stain at the hardware store was more expensive than I anticipated. And since disasters come in threes: Gloria insisted on 300 count sheets, but my sewing machine could only manage 150, so I had to get a new one. Don&#8217;t get me wrong, I&#8217;m happy with the new one, and I&#8217;ll be able to do some things with pants I wasn&#8217;t able to do before, I&#8217;m just saying, it added to the stress. I suppose I should be thankful I have someone like Gloria in my life, to drive me towards successes like these. She calls herself &#8220;your own personal Lady Macbeth, but without all those murders.&#8221; She&#8217;s a peach.<\/p>\n<p>I made lunch, which isn&#8217;t really a chore, except it is when the carrots weren&#8217;t the right size and I had to grow new ones. An otherwise good salad can be ruined by wrong-sized carrots, and it&#8217;s not just Gloria who says that. Other people do too, I&#8217;m sure. Still, it&#8217;s not every day that you are required to grow an entire season&#8217;s worth of carrots in just a few hours, which I guess is why I can&#8217;t call it a chore&#8211; chores are daily, aren&#8217;t they. The good news is I managed such a great crop that we have appropriately sized carrots for several meals to come, and that&#8217;s thanks also to the refrigerator I built. Ever smelt aluminum? I don&#8217;t recommend it, as a hobby.<\/p>\n<p>But if you&#8217;re going to do something, do it right, I say. I washed the dishes, using good old elbow grease and a sponge this time. No power-washer for me. And I can really tell the difference too. Whereas before, when I used the power-washer, the radio signals we were getting from Cygnus-11 were kind of fuzzy. The computer I was using could see through the fuzz (programmed it myself) but I wondered how many picojoules of electricity I could save if it didn&#8217;t have to run those algorithms. picojoules add up when you spend most of your free time strapped to bar running circles to power a generator.<\/p>\n<p>So, got the dishes washed, the signal is crystal clear now, and as we suspected (well, as Gloria suspected, since she&#8217;s the smart one, and I&#8217;m just grateful that she takes the time to explain things to me&#8211; the way she holds the knife helps) the patterns coming from C11 are not random, not if you solve for gravitational waves to the 12th decimal. I admit it, I was stopping at 10, and my excuse, that I had 40 acres to plow by hand was a lame one. Like it takes any mental effort to plow! Two birds, Gloria always says, and she&#8217;s right. See the result! At the 12th decimal place the pattern emerges, and so all that&#8217;s left is to put together a faster-than-light engine to get there before next Sunday and see who&#8217;s talking.<\/p>\n<p>And here&#8217;s why I&#8217;m going to need to get to bed a bit early tonight. Technically, the laws of physics don&#8217;t allow for faster than light travel. Or, as Gloria puts it, the laws of physics don&#8217;t allow for faster than light travel yet. It\u2019s really a simple matter of discovering new laws or, basically, new physics. Which is what I&#8217;ll be doing all day tomorrow.<\/p>\n<p>Gloria&#8217;s a card. I promised I would do exactly that, &#8220;work on it all day&#8221; and she said &#8220;when you find the new laws, you can make it so you only worked on it for a few minutes, can&#8217;t you?&#8221; I laughed, and she did too. She&#8217;s such a good sport. I know she doesn&#8217;t like it, much, the idea of a project getting done in only a few minutes. I can see where she&#8217;s coming from. Sure, one can &#8220;buy&#8221; a bed, one can &#8220;buy&#8221; sheets, one can &#8220;read&#8221; SETI&#8217;s latest findings based out of their own arrays scattered around the world&#8230; but easy come, easy go, as they say. If you don&#8217;t work for something, does it have any value?<\/p>\n<p>Actually, I&#8217;m going to let you in on a little secret&#8211; I&#8217;ve already worked out the equations, and I can, in fact, manipulate time sufficient to make any project as short as I like. Or as long. Which is why being with Gloria feels like eternity. <em>\u2018Cause it is!<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Daily writing exercise, 750words.com fiction by Jason Edwards I&#8217;ve got the days chores done, so I should be able to get to bed early tonight. Good thing, too, as I&#8217;m exhausted. I made the beds, which I thought was going to be easy, but I had to go to three different lumber yards to get &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/2016\/02\/09\/chores-done\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Chores Done&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[271,5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1593","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-750-words-com","category-fiction"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p24y52-pH","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1593","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1593"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1593\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1595,"href":"https:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1593\/revisions\/1595"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1593"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1593"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1593"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}