{"id":2570,"date":"2007-03-09T10:24:36","date_gmt":"2007-03-09T10:24:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog2\/?p=2570"},"modified":"2007-03-09T10:24:36","modified_gmt":"2007-03-09T10:24:36","slug":"retro-chat","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/retro-chat\/","title":{"rendered":"retro-chat"},"content":{"rendered":"

when the phone rang at eight o’clock last night, the very last person i expected to be on the other end was tyler. i hadn’t talked to him in… at least three years, possibly closer to four. so, after a few questioning “hello”s, i finally recognized his voice and exclaimed, rather loudly actually, “oh my GOD!!” he immediately declared his intention to strive for that reaction to every phone call he makes.
\nwe spent about forty minutes catching up on each other’s lives and circumstances. he’s had a lot of big change in the last few years, most of which sounds really positive. i’m very happy to hear that. i know that when we last talked life wasn’t nearly as good to him as he deserved. i cut the call short, not because i didn’t think we could keep talking for hours and hours as we used to, but because i’d left christopher sitting in the living room all alone.
\ni felt especially bad because i’m going to the island tonight to visit the maternal unit and it was the last evening we were to have to ourselves. i’d cooked us what i thought was a very, very yummy dinner: baked chicken breasts (which turned out juicier than any chicken i’ve ever cooked), roasted new potatoes and garlic fried green beans. i expected we’d then just curl up on the couch and watch a movie. oh well, you know what they say about the best laid plans.
\ni’m very glad it’s friday. i got paid today, which is always nice; and, my boss is away, which is even nicer. yesterday felt<\/em> like friday, so it is good to actually be on the right day for a change. i think i’m going to try the new noodle place for lunch and christopher might join me (i hope).
\nhave a great weekend, lovelies!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

when the phone rang at eight o’clock last night, the very last person i expected to be on the other end was tyler. i hadn’t talked to him in… at least three years, possibly closer to four. so, after a few questioning “hello”s, i finally recognized his voice and exclaimed, rather loudly actually, “oh my …<\/span> Read More →<\/span><\/a><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2570","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-words"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2570","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2570"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2570\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2570"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2570"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2570"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}