{"id":1625,"date":"2008-03-28T09:27:05","date_gmt":"2008-03-28T13:27:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/snarl\/2008\/03\/28\/calm-after-the-storm\/"},"modified":"2008-03-28T09:27:05","modified_gmt":"2008-03-28T13:27:05","slug":"calm-after-the-storm","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/2008\/03\/28\/calm-after-the-storm\/","title":{"rendered":"Calm After the Storm"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Last night was our first night back to normal after what seems like a week of entertaining. My parents left yesterday while Randy and I were at work. So I got home last night to no dog, not parents. Just a quiet house screaming &#8220;enjoy me.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>And I really did just that. I bailed out of going to the gym (so did Randy). I played on the computer, I caught up on my stories on the DVR (Will &amp; Grace, Big Brother, Match Game). I even sketched a bit (floor plan for a condo that Randy and I owned in a dream the other night).<\/p>\n<p>Though, to be honest, my parents aren&#8217;t even a storm to deal with. They&#8217;re fairly low-key &#8211; just as happy to sit on the sofa watching TV as they would be going on. However, they only like certain TV shows (none that I like), they only eat certain things (no Italian, chinese, thai, spicey, pasta, rice, broccoli, asparagus, cauliflower). <\/p>\n<p>To be honest, I think that makes it harder for me than for them. They&#8217;re perfectly content to eat around the food items they don&#8217;t like. The Martha Stewart in me just feels horrible that I can&#8217;t find a way to accomodate them. I&#8217;m that way with all houseguests, though. I want to woo them. I want to show them a good time. Yet more times than not, they&#8217;re perfectly happy just hanging out and catching up.<\/p>\n<p>Long story short, I may houseguests more exhausting for me than it needs to be. I could learn a lot from Randy.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Last night was our first night back to normal after what seems like a week of entertaining. My parents left yesterday while Randy and I were at work. So I got home last night to no dog, not parents. Just a quiet house screaming &#8220;enjoy me.&#8221; And I really did just that. I bailed out [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":74,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1625","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1625","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/74"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1625"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1625\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1625"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1625"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1625"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}