{"id":6411,"date":"2024-08-01T09:34:37","date_gmt":"2024-08-01T15:34:37","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/?p=6411"},"modified":"2024-08-01T09:37:09","modified_gmt":"2024-08-01T15:37:09","slug":"my-brother","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/2024\/08\/01\/my-brother\/","title":{"rendered":"My Brother"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>My brother likes music continuously playing in every room. I often turn it off when we leave. My brother runs his dogs for miles sometimes twice a day. I walk ours around the block in the morning before it gets hot. My brother organizes swims across the lake. I paddle. My brother sets up tents in giddy anticipation of the arrival of his adult children. I am oblivious while mine panics when he realizes he won&rsquo;t have a place to sleep. My brother lugs buckets of soapy water into the woods to scrub every surface of the outhouse. I sit in there gazing at the spider-discarded pile of dead flies and make a mental note to bring a whisk broom next time, which I never do. My brother celebrates our grandfather&#8217;s antique wooden tent stakes that held up the Army tent when we were very young. I pound in shiny aluminum stakes with a shiny sledge.&nbsp;My brother makes joyful music by pounding on a cardboard box as he sings the Wabash Cannonball. I used to sing in the shower. My brother never stops.&nbsp;I struggle to start.<\/p>\n<p>The joys of my brother are many. His days are filled with multitudes, the likes of which I never quite understand. But he is the <em>yang<\/em> to my <em>yin<\/em>. I cannot imagine a world without him in it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My brother likes music continuously playing in every room. I often turn it off when we leave. My brother runs his dogs for miles sometimes twice a day. I walk ours around the block in the morning before it gets hot. My brother organizes swims across the lake. I paddle. My brother sets up tents [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6411"}],"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=6411"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6411\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6414,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6411\/revisions\/6414"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6411"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6411"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6411"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}