{"id":160,"date":"2006-02-11T07:04:51","date_gmt":"2006-02-11T14:04:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/?p=160"},"modified":"2006-02-12T07:29:24","modified_gmt":"2006-02-12T14:29:24","slug":"howling-at-the-moon","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/?p=160","title":{"rendered":"Howling at the Moon"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>It doesn&#8217;t look like mom is getting out of the hospital yet, she&#8217;s still weak and not eating. I laid at the foot of her bed while she slept and listened to the woman in the room next door howling like a wild animal &#8211; obviously dementia &#8211; mom says her rantings have a pattern that begin with talking to someone, then ranting, then wailing. I kept trying to remain calm as I watched mom sleep and listened to the heartwrenching cries of the woman, but it made me so sad that I just wept and held on tight to my mother&#8217;s legs. <\/p>\n<p>L was a no show this morning &#8211; that old dog. N and the Snake are across the lake but coming in midday and everyone meeting here for food early afternoon so we can get to MiMi&#8217;s for the parade. Yesterday was a Gomez day &#8211; rainy and dreary. S called from Portland and said it was cold cold cold there and he could never live in that kind of cold. He met someone, an outdoors type, I had to chuckle because of his aversion to the great outdoors. But then by evening he was feeling the weight of it all too. <\/p>\n<p>No one has been to the LaLa house all week. The surge in starting with new people was a glitch, it&#8217;s back to the same old inertia that has colored the work on that house from day one. It&#8217;s so unsettling. <\/p>\n<p>But first parade tonight, a welcome diversion. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It doesn&#8217;t look like mom is getting out of the hospital yet, she&#8217;s still weak and not eating. I laid at the foot of her bed while she slept and listened to the woman in the room next door howling like a wild animal &#8211; obviously dementia &#8211; mom says her rantings have a pattern that begin with talking to someone, then ranting, then wailing. I kept trying to remain calm as I watched mom&hellip; <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-160","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-main"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p1kHSD-2A","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/160","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=160"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/160\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=160"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=160"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=160"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}