{"id":435,"date":"2012-05-27T17:56:38","date_gmt":"2012-05-27T17:56:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.learningaloud.com\/curmudgeonspeaks\/?p=435"},"modified":"2012-05-27T17:56:38","modified_gmt":"2012-05-27T17:56:38","slug":"work","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.learningaloud.com\/curmudgeonspeaks\/2012\/05\/27\/work\/","title":{"rendered":"Work"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>This may seem more like a Labor Day than a Memorial Day post, but read through to the end.<\/p>\n<p>Ever thought about the expression &#8220;I have to go to work.&#8221; What I mean is whether you understand this expression in a positive or negative way.<\/p>\n<p>This morning, my wife and I cut up and stacked the wood from a fallen tree. It is Memorial Day and somehow the task reminded me of my dad. I had to help with this kind of work when I was a kid. My brothers and I would go into the grove with dad to &#8220;clean things up&#8221;. I regarded the task as work &#8211; not the kind that is fun. Mostly we had to haul the branches and chunks of wood dad cut to a central location. The only fun part I remember involved those situations in which we got to throw some fuel oil on the pile and light it.<\/p>\n<p>Cutting the tree up this morning was fun. I got to run the saw and the tree fell on my land. When it dries, I may even get to burn the wood. Same task, very different experience. Perhaps it is the element of control or making the decision to perform a task that differentiates one type of work from the other.<\/p>\n<p>There is a connection between the two tree cutting experiences. The land I own that allows me to cut up wood was bought with money from the land on which dad and the kids used to cut wood. I remember the connection.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.learningaloud.com\/curmudgeonspeaks\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/05\/marksaw.png\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-medium wp-image-436\" title=\"marksaw\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.learningaloud.com\/curmudgeonspeaks\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/05\/marksaw.png?resize=300%2C215\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"215\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.learningaloud.com\/curmudgeonspeaks\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/05\/marksaw.png?resize=300%2C215&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.learningaloud.com\/curmudgeonspeaks\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/05\/marksaw.png?w=396&amp;ssl=1 396w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.learningaloud.com\/curmudgeonspeaks\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/05\/woodpile.png\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-437\" title=\"woodpile\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.learningaloud.com\/curmudgeonspeaks\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/05\/woodpile.png?resize=396%2C297\" alt=\"\" width=\"396\" height=\"297\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.learningaloud.com\/curmudgeonspeaks\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/05\/woodpile.png?w=396&amp;ssl=1 396w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.learningaloud.com\/curmudgeonspeaks\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/05\/woodpile.png?resize=300%2C225&amp;ssl=1 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 396px) 100vw, 396px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This may seem more like a Labor Day than a Memorial Day post, but read through to the end. Ever thought about the expression &#8220;I have to go to work.&#8221; What I mean is whether you understand this expression in &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.learningaloud.com\/curmudgeonspeaks\/2012\/05\/27\/work\/\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"activitypub_content_warning":"","activitypub_content_visibility":"","activitypub_max_image_attachments":4,"activitypub_interaction_policy_quote":"anyone","activitypub_status":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-435","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.learningaloud.com\/curmudgeonspeaks\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/435","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.learningaloud.com\/curmudgeonspeaks\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.learningaloud.com\/curmudgeonspeaks\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.learningaloud.com\/curmudgeonspeaks\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.learningaloud.com\/curmudgeonspeaks\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=435"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.learningaloud.com\/curmudgeonspeaks\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/435\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":438,"href":"https:\/\/www.learningaloud.com\/curmudgeonspeaks\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/435\/revisions\/438"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.learningaloud.com\/curmudgeonspeaks\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=435"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.learningaloud.com\/curmudgeonspeaks\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=435"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.learningaloud.com\/curmudgeonspeaks\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=435"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}