{"id":1124,"date":"2002-02-14T21:51:00","date_gmt":"2002-02-15T02:51:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/?p=1124"},"modified":"2002-02-14T21:51:00","modified_gmt":"2002-02-15T02:51:00","slug":"1124","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/?p=1124","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Whitecaps this afternoon, and all of today, actually.  Lots of them.  It was a blustery day, which made running down the beach rather difficult, but the return trip was a doozie  :o)  The ocean is beautiful in the evening.  The lavender clouds span their darkening limbs across the sky, reaching desperately for the opposite horizon.  The ocean churned under the assault of the wind, sending tufts of sea-form skittering across the smooth sand from the edges of the waves.  It was breathtaking, which understandably made running all the more tricky.<\/p>\n<p>Happy Valentine&#8217;s day, all, and happy 21 to Erin.<\/p>\n<p>I finally finished putting all my posters and pictures up around the apartment.  Only after doing so, though, I realized that they&#8217;re all at a comfortable height for me, i.e. eye level or so, which might be more than a little high for the 50th percentile.  Oh well.  It&#8217;s my apartment  :o)<\/p>\n<p>I was cutting pictures out of a calendar to place up earlier, and I was playing a George Winston record, beautiful, lilting piano music, and the silvery sound of wind chimes outside someone else&#8217;s apartment came through the open window, weaving its way around the notes of the piano&#8230;  I paused for a minute or two and just listened.<\/p>\n<p>To bed with me.  No more 1 a.m. updates for a while, I&#8217;m afraid.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Whitecaps this afternoon, and all of today, actually. Lots of them. It was a blustery day, which made running down the beach rather difficult, but the return trip was a doozie :o) The ocean is beautiful in the evening. The lavender clouds span their darkening limbs across the sky, reaching desperately for the opposite horizon. [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1124"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1124"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1124\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1124"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1124"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1124"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}