{"id":213,"date":"2018-04-04T12:35:00","date_gmt":"2018-04-04T12:35:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2018\/04\/04\/summer-plans-2\/"},"modified":"2020-10-26T23:17:47","modified_gmt":"2020-10-26T23:17:47","slug":"summer-plans-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2018\/04\/04\/summer-plans-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Summer Plans"},"content":{"rendered":"
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I want to sit with my feet buried in the sand, the sound of the waves in my ears, and a book in my hands that I barely glance at because I am so busy enjoying the moment. I want to look for sea glass and shells and oddly shaped rocks. I want to eat ice cream and fried shrimp and clam chowder. I want to walk down the beach in the evening as the sand cools and the waves lap around our feet. I want to shiver and protest as I slowly creep my way into the cold New England ocean but I’ll do it anyway because that is what going to the beach is all about. Then I will arrive home filled with sand and happiness and sunshine.<\/p>\n

I want to go for hikes in new places and stand in the middle of the woods and listen to the breeze move through the trees. I want to smell the leaves and the dirt and the pine needles.<\/p>\n

I want to jump in the car after dinner and drive to the dairy bar in the next town over just because we have a sudden craving for hot fudge sundaes. We will eat them while watching our daughter forget she is too old for playgrounds and remember just how much fun swings are. I want to swing on the swings too.<\/p>\n

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I want to finally turn my front gardens into something pretty and cultivated instead of the mass of overgrown irises and weeds that they currently are. I want to grow flowers to fill vases around my house.<\/p>\n

I want after-dinner walks, games of croquet, and the smell of fresh-cut grass.<\/p>\n

I want to listen to the sound of waves on the shore and blackbirds in the tall grass.<\/p>\n

I want campfires created with scientific precision and lots of discussion about the best way to get them to burn because that is how we do it. All the time.<\/p>\n

I want the summers of childhood filled with sunshine and fun and all the time in the world. Summers with the icy shock of a cold pool, watermelon eaten outside, and one book read right after the other.<\/p>\n

I want air-conditioning, lots of air-conditioning because really, I hate the heat and the only way I am going to enjoy these things is if I can escape into the air-conditioning now and then.<\/p>\n

I want summer. Just not too much of it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I want to sit with my feet buried in the sand, the sound of the waves in my ears, and a book in my hands that I barely glance at because I am so busy enjoying the moment. I want to look for sea glass and shells and oddly shaped rocks. I want to eat ice cream and fried shrimp and clam chowder. I want to walk down the beach in the evening as the sand cools and the waves lap around our feet. I want to shiver and protest as I slowly creep my way into the cold New England ocean but I’ll do it anyway because that is what going to the beach is all about. Then I will arrive home filled with sand and happiness and sunshine. I want to go for hikes in new places and stand in the middle of the woods and listen to the breeze move through the trees. I want to smell the leaves and the dirt and the pine needles. I want to jump in the car after dinner and drive to the dairy bar in the next town over just because we have a sudden craving for hot fudge sundaes. We will eat them while watching our daughter forget she is too old for playgrounds and remember just how much fun swings are. I want to swing on the swings too. I want to finally turn my front gardens into something pretty and cultivated instead of the mass of overgrown irises and weeds that they currently are. I want to grow flowers to fill vases around my house. I want after-dinner walks, games of croquet, and the smell of fresh-cut grass. I want to listen to the sound of waves on the shore and blackbirds in the tall grass. I want campfires created with scientific precision and lots of discussion about the best way to get them to burn because that is how we do it. All the time. I want the summers of childhood filled with sunshine and fun and all the time in the world. Summers with the icy shock of a cold pool, watermelon eaten outside, and one book read right after the other. I want air-conditioning, lots of air-conditioning because really, I hate the heat and the only way I am going to enjoy these things is if I can escape into the air-conditioning now and then. I want summer. Just not too much of it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1343,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[9],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-213","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-just-chat"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/213","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=213"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/213\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2677,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/213\/revisions\/2677"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1343"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=213"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=213"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=213"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}