{"id":1311,"date":"2014-12-15T09:55:43","date_gmt":"2014-12-15T09:55:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/illumination2.wordpress.com\/?p=1311"},"modified":"2014-12-15T09:55:43","modified_gmt":"2014-12-15T09:55:43","slug":"the-long-weekend","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.itayemi.com\/blog\/2014\/12\/15\/the-long-weekend\/","title":{"rendered":"The long weekend"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>The long weekend<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Christ, what&#8217;re you doing?!&#8221; Said my aunt looking at me like I just pooped on her Persian rug.<br \/>\n&#8220;Are you asking me or asking Christ?&#8221; I said, looking as innocently as the mutt who sat beside me on the couch. I couldn&#8217;t help my self.<br \/>\n&#8220;Young man, don&#8217;t be fresh with me. What happened to the last one?&#8221;<br \/>\n&#8220;She split.&#8221;<br \/>\n&#8220;Split in two like an orange?&#8221; she said. Ah! There was the comeback. The old lady still had it in her.<br \/>\n&#8220;No wonder you are alone. When you can&#8217;t even talk like a regular human. Using all these slang like split, and so on.&#8221; She didn&#8217;t include the &#8220;fresh&#8221; she used herself. But I wasn&#8217;t about to point that out.<br \/>\n&#8220;What you need is some common sense and a whole lot of Jesus.&#8221;<br \/>\n&#8220;Hallelujah!&#8221; I said.<\/p>\n<p>There was a sound like a thunder clap and I couldn&#8217;t see for a few seconds. Which reminded me I was talking to a matriarch from the &#8220;home country&#8221;. You are never too old for certain &#8220;things&#8221; with one of them.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;There you go. Giving me lip!&#8221;<br \/>\n&#8220;Dear Jesus. What would your father say to that? I am sure the poor man is turning in his grave.&#8221;<br \/>\nNow that hit where it hurt and she knew it. I looked everywhere but at her. The dog returned my stare. It had the &#8220;I told you so look&#8221; on its face. I looked at the wall. There was my dad looking down at me kindly. Which didn&#8217;t make me feel any less guilty. Finally I looked at my aunt. She just looked back with this open expression on her face I could not read.<\/p>\n<p>There were just three of us in the house.<br \/>\nOne couldn&#8217;t understand why I was taking up valuable comfortable space on its couch.<br \/>\nThe second couldn&#8217;t understand why I couldn&#8217;t get it together.<br \/>\nThe third &#8211; myself &#8211; I regretted not tucking my tail between my legs and running away as fast as possible when I got the &#8220;summons&#8221;. Instead I decided to show up and take it like a man. It was going to be a long weekend.<\/p>\n<p>* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *<\/p>\n<p>Apologies for the &#8220;incompleteness&#8221; of the story. Woke up with only the first two lines in my mind. Tried hard to make something of it. \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The long weekend &#8220;Christ, what&#8217;re you doing?!&#8221; Said my aunt looking at me like I just pooped on her Persian rug. &#8220;Are you asking me or asking Christ?&#8221; I said, looking as innocently as the mutt who sat beside me &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.itayemi.com\/blog\/2014\/12\/15\/the-long-weekend\/\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":336,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[205,446,483,536,635,682,759,955],"class_list":["post-1311","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-christ","tag-grave","tag-home-country","tag-jesus","tag-matriach","tag-mutt","tag-persian","tag-summon"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.itayemi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1311","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.itayemi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.itayemi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.itayemi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/336"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.itayemi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1311"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.itayemi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1311\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.itayemi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1311"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.itayemi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1311"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.itayemi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1311"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}