{"id":20,"date":"2009-10-07T04:54:09","date_gmt":"2009-10-07T04:54:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.mwonson.com\/?p=20"},"modified":"2009-10-07T05:03:52","modified_gmt":"2009-10-07T05:03:52","slug":"a-haunted-hay-ride-or-hot-celtic-cross-buns","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.mwonson.com\/?p=20","title":{"rendered":"A haunted hay ride, or hot Celtic cross buns"},"content":{"rendered":"<p class=\"MsoNormal\">Well fall has gripped me, with a chill that is unmistakable.<span> <\/span>Smoking a clove lying out on my back porch looking at the veiled moonlight I feel more and more like Emily Dickenson, save I am not a shut in, and my lap top is my pen and papers.<span> <\/span>Still I feel somewhat as if I am locked away in a far off attic watching life move around me.<span> <\/span>The delicious darkness that is winter spreads its Eire blanket over me, and I am ready to open Arsenic and Old lace.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\">I am having I suppose a moment of weakness.<span> <\/span>I am very comfortable right now, but I wonder what is ahead of me.<span> <\/span>Where is my career going?<span> <\/span>I am thankful for the business I have, and yet, a voice inside me says, Michael what will you be doing in two years.<span> <\/span>Should I be moving, should I be looking harder, should I relax and travel with what I have?<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\">Also I am pining, I suppose that is all I will say on that matter, but the waters of my life although from the outside appear peaceful <span> <\/span>and glass like are filled with rouge waves, and uncharted expanses.\u00a0 I suppose tho, that this is the fun in life&#8217;s journey.\u00a0 The unknowing, the uncertainties, the surprises, and the bouts of survey.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\">Truly in the end or in a week, I will be peaceful again, happy with the blessings with which I have.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\">Perhaps I need a week away from New England.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Well fall has gripped me, with a chill that is unmistakable. Smoking a clove lying out on my back porch looking at the veiled moonlight I feel more and more like Emily Dickenson, save I am not a shut in, and my lap top is my pen and papers. Still I feel somewhat as if [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-20","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-life"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.mwonson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.mwonson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.mwonson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.mwonson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.mwonson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=20"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/blog.mwonson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.mwonson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=20"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.mwonson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=20"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.mwonson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=20"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}