{"id":1153,"date":"2011-03-10T19:16:47","date_gmt":"2011-03-10T23:16:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.xorph.com\/uj\/2011\/03\/10\/year-old-roof\/"},"modified":"2011-03-14T17:57:30","modified_gmt":"2011-03-14T21:57:30","slug":"year-old-roof","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.xorph.com\/uj\/archives\/1153","title":{"rendered":"Year-Old Roof"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img src='http:\/\/www.xorph.com\/uj\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/03\/thunderstorm_strip.jpg' alt='thunderstorm_strip.jpg' \/><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-style: italic\">March Exercise &#8212;day ten&#8212;<\/span> Another day of rain, but my mind is drifting back almost a year to when we replaced our roof here at the Town House, or, I should say, <em>after<\/em> we replaced it. I arose from a fretful sleep and could see out the bathroom window that it was raining. A familiar distress clutched at my gut, and I prepared myself to climb up into the attic to check on my array of buckets and plastic sheets. And then, for the first time in years, I reacted to the knowledge that it was just a bit of welcome rain, that there were no more roof leaks to magnify the stress that had accompanied any amount of precipitation. Everything was fine. I could go back to sleep without worry. Through most of my life I have enjoyed the rain\u2014being out in it, just hearing and smelling it. What a comfort to think it could be like that again!<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-style: italic\">Today&#8217;s sight bite&#8212;<\/span> Sidewalk puddles energized with a steady drizzle <span style=\"font-style: italic\">&#8212;c-l-i-c-k&#8212;<\/span> is enough to convince me that my walk to campus can wait until tomorrow.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-style: italic\">Tomorrow&#8212;<\/span> Our date postponed . . . <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>March Exercise &#8212;day ten&#8212; Another day of rain, but my mind is drifting back almost a year to when we replaced our roof here at the Town House, or, I should say, after we replaced it. I arose from a fretful sleep and could see out the bathroom window that it was raining. A familiar [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4,38,40],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.xorph.com\/uj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1153"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.xorph.com\/uj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.xorph.com\/uj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.xorph.com\/uj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.xorph.com\/uj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1153"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.xorph.com\/uj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1153\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.xorph.com\/uj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1153"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.xorph.com\/uj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1153"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.xorph.com\/uj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1153"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}