{"id":1307,"date":"2011-10-08T19:33:00","date_gmt":"2011-10-09T01:33:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/?p=1307"},"modified":"2011-10-08T19:33:00","modified_gmt":"2011-10-09T01:33:00","slug":"not-complaining","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/2011\/10\/08\/not-complaining\/","title":{"rendered":"Not Complaining"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The fair and industrious Trudy is painting, again. One by one, the interior walls are falling to her brush.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Can you deal with Guinness?&#8221; she asked me. &#8220;He barking right in my ear while I paint.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>So I called his name using the magic word &#8220;walk&#8221; and picked up his leash, and we headed out the door.<\/p>\n<p>Dark clouds had been scudding across the sky all day. It had even drizzled a bit in the morning. Now it was overcast and windy.<\/p>\n<p>When we came to the corner where one path lead to the school and the other turned down the road, we stood for a moment. Just then rain started falling again\u2014not a drizzle, this, but a real rain with big drops that made smacking sounds as they hit the ground. We were getting wet.<\/p>\n<p>Guinness shook.<\/p>\n<p>I looked at the overhang by the elementary school and briefly considered taking refuge over there. But we took the other path instead, because we had not been that way for a long time. We walked the long way around the block as the rain came down and the street gutters filled with fast flowing water.<\/p>\n<p>We were soaked when we got home, but we both had smiles on our faces\u2014he for the walk and I for the rain.<\/p>\n<p>Frankly, that rain wasn&#8217;t even close to being enough. I know that if I were to go outside and stir the leaves at the base of the trees, the dirt would be bone dry. We need weeks and weeks of rain like that.<\/p>\n<p>But I&#8217;m not complaining. And neither did Guinness.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The fair and industrious Trudy is painting, again. One by one, the interior walls are falling to her brush. &#8220;Can you deal with Guinness?&#8221; she asked me. &#8220;He barking right in my ear while I paint.&#8221; So I called his name using the magic word &#8220;walk&#8221; and picked up his leash, and we headed out [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[34,6,3],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1307"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1307"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1307\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1308,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1307\/revisions\/1308"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1307"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1307"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1307"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}