{"id":1161,"date":"2011-03-13T23:50:24","date_gmt":"2011-03-14T03:50:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.xorph.com\/uj\/2011\/03\/13\/abushed-by-sorrow\/"},"modified":"2011-04-23T14:50:41","modified_gmt":"2011-04-23T18:50:41","slug":"abushed-by-sorrow","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.xorph.com\/uj\/archives\/1161","title":{"rendered":"Ambushed By Sorrow"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img src='http:\/\/www.xorph.com\/uj\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/03\/sunset_strip.jpg' alt='sunset_strip.jpg' \/><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-style: italic\">March Exercise &#8212;day thirteen&#8212;<\/span> It turned out to be a rough day for both of us, but especially for Dana. It had little to do with externals. It was just one of those days that keep rising to the surface in a long process of managing grief. We spent the bulk of our time at David and Lee\u2019s cabin, helping them prepare for the rifle competition next Saturday. Dana and Lee worked on separate tasks. David and I took on a big two-man job and also fit in a little practice on the range. We left in time to get to Blue Bank for what was to be the first <em>Mission: Madness,<\/em> a ritualized screening of the entire seven-year run of <em>Mission: Impossible.<\/em> Because of my scheduling error, we arrived at an \u201cempty\u201d valley. Seeing the grave site, untouched since January, was enough to induce a fresh wave of sadness. We were unable to cope by plunging into the distraction of our planned episode-viewing shindig. The evening wound down from there, although I was able to complete my driveway hedge clipping and commence the spring pruning of the front-yard bushes. Even if I go about my own business, I believe we can still sense one another\u2019s emotion. We ended up streaming an enjoyable movie, but, to be honest, we don\u2019t really salvage these occurrences. We just ride them out and set our sights on the following day.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-style: italic\">Today&#8217;s sight bite&#8212;<\/span> Small steel targets in sun-dappled woodlands, <span style=\"font-style: italic\">&#8212;c-l-i-c-k&#8212;<\/span> surprisingly crisp to the eye above my familiar sites.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-style: italic\">Tomorrow&#8212;<\/span> Back to the studio grind . . . <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>March Exercise &#8212;day thirteen&#8212; It turned out to be a rough day for both of us, but especially for Dana. It had little to do with externals. It was just one of those days that keep rising to the surface in a long process of managing grief. We spent the bulk of our time at [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[12,68,18,9,8,22,15],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.xorph.com\/uj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1161"}],"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=1161"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.xorph.com\/uj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1161\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.xorph.com\/uj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1161"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.xorph.com\/uj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1161"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.xorph.com\/uj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1161"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}