{"id":541,"date":"2009-02-05T22:48:55","date_gmt":"2009-02-06T03:48:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/heroesinrehab.ca\/blog\/?p=541"},"modified":"2009-02-05T22:48:55","modified_gmt":"2009-02-06T03:48:55","slug":"home-is-where-the-40-watt-bulb-is","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/heroesinrehab.ca\/blog\/2009\/02\/05\/home-is-where-the-40-watt-bulb-is\/","title":{"rendered":"Home Is Where the 40-Watt Bulb Is"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>When I was growing up, living in my parents&#8217; house, life unfolded in a pattern and with some predictable regularity.\u00a0 In the evening, when dinner was over, Dad would settle down to read the paper, while my brothers, my Mom and I conducted whatever complicated negotiations were required to arrange the evening&#8217;s television viewing schedule.\u00a0\u00a0 Very often, all five of us would be gathered together &#8211; paper being read, some sitcom like <em>Barney Miller<\/em> on the tube &#8211; in the little family room that sat next to\u00a0 the kitchen.<\/p>\n<div style=\"width: 276px\" class=\"wp-caption alignright\"><a title=\"stovelight_6532 by warwalker_2000, on Flickr\" href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/warwalker\/3256574223\/\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm4.static.flickr.com\/3354\/3256574223_00fe562ab8.jpg\" alt=\"stovelight_6532\" width=\"266\" height=\"400\" \/><\/a><p class=\"wp-caption-text\">The Scene Tonight<\/p><\/div>\n<p>The kitchen was at the back of the house and there were no streetlights nearby;\u00a0 as a result, there was little or no ambient light streaming through the kitchen window or the patio door that led out into the yard.\u00a0 For some reason, though, I remember a light on the Jenn Air stove very frequently being left on and bathing the room in a soft, warm glow.<\/p>\n<p>Growing up with my brothers and my parents, we were fortunate enough to enjoy happy times.\u00a0 When I think of that house and the time I spent living there, I have fond memories.\u00a0 For some reason, one of the many mental images that springs to mind when I think of those days is the kitchen, illuminated in muted tones by the stove light.<\/p>\n<p>Thirty-one years later,\u00a0 I found myself\u00a0 washing up some of the after-dinner dishes and putting some things away in my own kitchen.\u00a0 As I dried my hands on a towel and clicked off the light switch on the wall, I turned to look over my shoulder as I was walking out of the kitchen and heading to my own family room.\u00a0 We don&#8217;t have a Jenn Air, but there is a microwave suspended over our stove with a built-in light on the bottom.\u00a0 it was on and casting a dull but pleasant yellowish glow on the surface of the cupboards and the stovetop below.<\/p>\n<p>I smiled and headed in to the family room to watch some television with Spouse.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When I was growing up, living in my parents&#8217; house, life unfolded in a pattern and with some predictable regularity. In the evening, when dinner was over, Dad would settle down to read the paper, while my brothers, my Mom and I conducted whatever complicated negotiations were required to arrange the evening&#8217;s television viewing schedule. [&#8230;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[562],"tags":[668],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/heroesinrehab.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/541"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/heroesinrehab.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/heroesinrehab.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/heroesinrehab.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/heroesinrehab.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=541"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/heroesinrehab.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/541\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":542,"href":"http:\/\/heroesinrehab.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/541\/revisions\/542"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/heroesinrehab.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=541"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/heroesinrehab.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=541"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/heroesinrehab.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=541"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}