{"id":17165,"date":"2019-08-30T09:31:23","date_gmt":"2019-08-30T15:31:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/?p=17165"},"modified":"2019-08-30T09:36:07","modified_gmt":"2019-08-30T15:36:07","slug":"17165","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/2019\/08\/17165\/","title":{"rendered":"Crumbs and sticky patches all over the floor"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"768\" src=\"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/08\/IMG_20190830_083639495_HDR-1024x768.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-17166\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/08\/IMG_20190830_083639495_HDR-1024x768.jpg 1024w, http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/08\/IMG_20190830_083639495_HDR-300x225.jpg 300w, http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/08\/IMG_20190830_083639495_HDR-768x576.jpg 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Summer feels less like a family member and more like a visitor once school begins. I sit in the car at&nbsp;the base of Little Cottonwood Canyon in front of the piano teacher&#8217;s house and watch the&nbsp;rays of sun find their path through the leaves of trees.&nbsp;Shifting gold patches of light lay scattered on the road before me and the poplar leaves shuffle in the wind, sounding almost like a stream. Hazy light brings definition to the fins of cliffs layered like a fan ahead of me. The quality of light brings thoughts of football season, new pencils, new shoes, and&nbsp;the crunch of leaves beneath my feet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"1024\" src=\"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/08\/IMG_20190827_101344_972-1024x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-17169\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/08\/IMG_20190827_101344_972-1024x1024.jpg 1024w, http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/08\/IMG_20190827_101344_972-100x100.jpg 100w, http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/08\/IMG_20190827_101344_972-300x300.jpg 300w, http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/08\/IMG_20190827_101344_972-768x768.jpg 768w, http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/08\/IMG_20190827_101344_972.jpg 1128w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><figcaption>Frisbee game this week<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><br>I have declared lesson time is writing time, the car, a retreat from the house that seems to echo with reminders of all I need to do.<br><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">We do, and do, and do. The lists are getting checked off, but the signs of strain showed up&nbsp;for&nbsp;me this week:&nbsp;mouth ulcers, forgetfulness, irritability toward&nbsp;our naughty dog patient. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Paige began her move back to Provo, her last move to BYU. I watched her drive away through tears even though I knew she would be back the next day. It&#8217;s as if I owe each child some tears to mark milestones. They breeze out of the house, anxious for the next step, but I see the path,\u00a0and\u00a0the steps of childhood\u00a0and\u00a0early adulthood are running out. Their days grow bigger than toys and games at home, their circles\u00a0are wider than family and a few friends on bicycles, and their journeys as different as their interests and gifts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><br>Sigh. Hooray! ((Sniff.))<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><br>What&#8217;s on the list for today?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Buy more cereal, the fuel of choice.<br>Vet<br>Calls<br>A visit<br>Clean. The. Floors.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Summer feels less like a family member and more like a visitor once school begins. I sit in the car at&nbsp;the base of Little Cottonwood Canyon in front of the piano teacher&#8217;s house and watch the&nbsp;rays of sun find their path through the leaves of trees.&nbsp;Shifting gold patches of light lay scattered on the road &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/2019\/08\/17165\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Crumbs and sticky patches all over the floor<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[21,20,4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-17165","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-home","category-life-according-to-angela","category-motherhood"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17165","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=17165"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17165\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17172,"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17165\/revisions\/17172"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17165"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17165"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17165"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}