{"id":233,"date":"2004-10-01T18:00:58","date_gmt":"2004-10-01T16:00:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/home.tjerngren.net\/wp\/?p=233"},"modified":"2011-09-24T14:38:38","modified_gmt":"2011-09-24T12:38:38","slug":"i-saw-the-light","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.beverlyrevelry.com\/?p=233","title":{"rendered":"<b>I Saw the Light<\/b>"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>For Lydia, Olof&#8217;s trips out of town are always a bit of a treat, mostly because she gets to take over his side of our bed for as long as he&#8217;s away.  When he comes home, it&#8217;s always a bit of a struggle to get her to return to her own room and we can count on plenty of disturbances the first night.  As exasperating as this is, particularly on a schoolnight, it can sometimes be good for a few laughs, too.  <\/p>\n<p>We all got to bed fairly late on Wednesday when Olof came home from Malta, but we finally got everyone settled in about midnight, or so we thought.  Not long after we turned off the lights, we heard footsteps and a tentative &#8220;Mom?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Yes, Lydia?&#8221; I answered.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;There&#8217;s something glowing in my room.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I sighed and tried to keep the annoyance from my voice.  &#8220;What is it?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I don&#8217;t know.  It&#8217;s, like,&#8221; she hesitated a bit here.  &#8220;Like, some <i>glowing<\/i> thing.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Imagine that,&#8221; I said to Olof as I got out of bed to go check out the glow.  <\/p>\n<p>It turned out to be nothing more than moonlight shining in through her bedroom window, and, assured that there was nothing foul afoot, she slept easily.<\/p>\n<p>Olof and I couldn&#8217;t help laughing about it, though, when I returned to bed.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>For Lydia, Olof&#8217;s trips out of town are always a bit of a treat, mostly because she gets to take over his side of our bed for as long as he&#8217;s away. When he comes home, it&#8217;s always a bit of a struggle to get her to return to her own room and we can&hellip; <a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/www.beverlyrevelry.com\/?p=233\">Read More <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">I Saw the Light<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-233","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.beverlyrevelry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/233","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.beverlyrevelry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.beverlyrevelry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.beverlyrevelry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.beverlyrevelry.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=233"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.beverlyrevelry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/233\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2015,"href":"https:\/\/www.beverlyrevelry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/233\/revisions\/2015"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.beverlyrevelry.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=233"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.beverlyrevelry.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=233"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.beverlyrevelry.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=233"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}