{"id":2207,"date":"2012-05-22T21:24:56","date_gmt":"2012-05-23T03:24:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/?p=2207"},"modified":"2012-05-22T21:24:57","modified_gmt":"2012-05-23T03:24:57","slug":"welders-glass","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/2012\/05\/22\/welders-glass\/","title":{"rendered":"Welder&#8217;s Glass"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>It had been a long afternoon. Dog #2 and I were &#8230; tired. She was snoozing by the front door inside the house. I was snoozing outside in a chair with a calculus book falling into my lap.<\/p>\n<p>The sun was getting low in the west, shining in my eyes, but they were drooping, and the sunshine didn&#8217;t bother me a bit as I slept.<\/p>\n<p>Then I woke up. The air was somehow cool, but the sun was still bright.<\/p>\n<p><em>The eclipse!<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I jumped up and ran into the garage and began scrambling thru the toolbox. I tossed aside hammers, wrenches, rasps and screw drivers, making an awful racket. And there at the bottom they were: two pieces of welder&#8217;s glass, lovingly wrapped in the paper they came in when I bought them more then two decades ago.<\/p>\n<p>I grabbed the glass and went dashing thru the house. Trudy was coming in as I was going out. I handed her a piece of glass.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;The eclipse!&#8221; I said and dashed out to the street.<\/p>\n<p>The sun was now getting low. It was behind a dead Live Oak across the street, peering thru the barren branches.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>There at five o&#8217;clock on the face of the sun was an arc of darkness. It was growing larger, but the sun was rapidly setting, and there wasn&#8217;t enough time to go anywhere else. So we stood there on the curb watching the sun go down and the moon begin its crossing.<\/p>\n<p>We stood there with welder&#8217;s glass held to our faces\u00a0to the wonder of neighbors who drove by.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It had been a long afternoon. Dog #2 and I were &#8230; tired. She was snoozing by the front door inside the house. I was snoozing outside in a chair with a calculus book falling into my lap. The sun was getting low in the west, shining in my eyes, but they were drooping, and [&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":[51,34],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2207"}],"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=2207"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2207\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2211,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2207\/revisions\/2211"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2207"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2207"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2207"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}