{"id":322,"date":"2005-06-01T03:46:00","date_gmt":"2005-06-01T03:46:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bobtherieau.com\/blog\/index.php\/2005\/06\/01\/4ddd440c-8ea0-45e4-8668-9a964edeaac3\/"},"modified":"2018-06-13T01:29:26","modified_gmt":"2018-06-13T01:29:26","slug":"4ddd440c-8ea0-45e4-8668-9a964edeaac3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bobtherieau.com\/blog\/2005\/06\/4ddd440c-8ea0-45e4-8668-9a964edeaac3\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<div data-src=\"v5\">\n<p><b>The Tao Of Kwikset<\/b><\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t know about you, but when I receive the keys to a new place I get a little chill down my spine. Today it was concentrated between my shoulder blades (more on that in a bit) but it was there and palpable. Yes my friends, we really, not kidding, got the place. This is a relief on a number of levels: no more rants, no more drama, um&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Okay, the number is two. Sue me.<\/p>\n<p>I think we&#8217;ll have a lovely time there since the neighborhood is coming up, the street is a dead end (no through traffic!), the landlord is charming and accommodating and proud of his work (justifiably), and The Soup Kitchen will be officially closed for business. &#8220;I&#8217;m hanging up my triangle,&#8221; says my sister. Sadly, she never had a real triangle. Maybe I should pick one up for her. You know, for old time&#8217;s sake.<\/p>\n<p>Once again, I&#8217;m housesitting at The 1912 House. I find myself overcome with melancholy thoughts when I visit. When I spend a significant amount of time here, I can&#8217;t look at a single corner that I haven&#8217;t touched, that I haven&#8217;t labored over in some way. When I recall the good and warm feeling I enjoyed during my time here I can&#8217;t help but think that the folks who lived here before are pushing me back out to better things. How can a house turn sad all of the sudden? Is it possible for a simple building, a collection of timbers and mortar, to long for the care that it&#8217;s been lacking and communicate that need? Maybe yes. I like to think so, especially of this place.<\/p>\n<p>Uh oh. Magical Thinking&trade; alert. Sorry for that.<\/p>\n<p>As for the new rental house, it&#8217;s all that and a bag of chips, but it&#8217;s not mine. That&#8217;s fine though. I have my <a href=\"\/2005\/04\/open-letter.html\">own joint<\/a> to worry about. Refurbished tub, new walls, new floor (<i>this is sounding familiar too! -ed<\/i> Well sure, it&#8217;s all about the family after all. &#8211; bob) so that the kiddies can get a bath at the end of the day. You must know, mountain dirt is actually dirtier than sea level dirt. Right?<\/p>\n<p>Your pal,<\/p>\n<p>bob<\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Tao Of Kwikset I don&#8217;t know about you, but when I receive the keys to a new place I get a little chill down my spine. Today it was concentrated between my shoulder blades (more on that in a bit) but it was there and palpable. Yes my friends, we really, not kidding, got &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bobtherieau.com\/blog\/2005\/06\/4ddd440c-8ea0-45e4-8668-9a964edeaac3\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-322","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bobtherieau.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/322","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bobtherieau.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bobtherieau.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bobtherieau.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bobtherieau.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=322"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bobtherieau.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/322\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1574,"href":"https:\/\/bobtherieau.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/322\/revisions\/1574"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bobtherieau.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=322"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bobtherieau.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=322"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bobtherieau.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=322"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}