{"id":3659,"date":"2013-01-06T10:00:52","date_gmt":"2013-01-06T17:00:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/macblaze.ca\/?p=3659"},"modified":"2013-01-06T10:01:40","modified_gmt":"2013-01-06T17:01:40","slug":"6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/macblaze.ca\/?p=3659","title":{"rendered":"6"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>6<\/p>\n<p>That morning, as the sun moved slowly across the hardwood floor, the beaver snuggled into his beloved lemon and dreamed the dreams of the virtuous.<\/p>\n<p>Gareth mused to himself, \u201dI have always loved the light in this apartment.\u201d Barefoot he walked across the floor and stood watching the golden ray of light that illuminated the dust particles floating in the air. They danced. There really was no other word to describe the intricate swooping and swirling.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt really is one of those little everyday miracles, isn&#8217;t it,\u201d he murmured to himself.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWell, time to get this day started,\u201d he declared to the empty apartment.<\/p>\n<p>Gareth wandered toward the kitchen with a side glance at the stubby little Meyers Lemon in the corner.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cA pity,\u201d he thought, \u201cthat plant never has bloomed. Must not be enough light in here. Sure would be nice to see a lemon or two, though.\u201d Upon receiving the lemon, Gareth had looked it up. Supposedly it would produce a few lemons each year with very little maintenance, but he had long ago decided he was cursed with a black thumb.<\/p>\n<p>Looking back at the living room from the kitchen counter, he pondered the ball of fur and whiskers folded around the lemon&#8217;s pot. \u201cI still don&#8217;t get that beaver,\u201d he thought. \u201cI wonder what his name is&#8230;\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Gareth grabbed a few eggs, some green onions and the tub of margarine and proceeded to scramble up some breakfast, for the thousandth time putting the enigma of the beaver out of his mind. Time enough for that later. There\u2019s always time enough.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>6 That morning, as the sun moved slowly across the hardwood floor, the beaver snuggled into his beloved lemon and dreamed the dreams of the virtuous. Gareth mused to himself, \u201dI have always loved the light in this apartment.\u201d Barefoot he walked across the floor and stood watching the golden ray of light that illuminated [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[29],"tags":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/macblaze.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3659"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/macblaze.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/macblaze.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/macblaze.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/macblaze.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=3659"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/macblaze.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3659\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/macblaze.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3659"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/macblaze.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3659"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/macblaze.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3659"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}