{"id":1018,"date":"2009-02-07T17:39:28","date_gmt":"2009-02-07T22:39:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/mojo\/?p=1018"},"modified":"2025-07-31T15:11:28","modified_gmt":"2025-07-31T20:11:28","slug":"i-need-to-get-out-more","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/blog\/i-need-to-get-out-more\/","title":{"rendered":"I need to get out more"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Today, February 7, at 4:25 CST in Kansas City, it is 70 degrees outside.  I got a sick kid (have had for about 3 days now).  I got a list of things to do a gazillion miles long.  Since it is my mission in life to give birth to a new race (Glow in the Dark) and the sun cackles wickedly every time I go outside in anticipation of what evil it can wreak upon my skin, I don\u2019t go out unless I have to.  I\u2019m a hermit, I tell you, and I like it that way.<\/p>\n<p>But you know what?<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019m missing something, I think.  I had a visitor yesterday, like, came to the door and rang the doorbell adult  human type of visitor. The real deal.  To visit.  With me.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019ve forgotten how to converse with people.  My face feels all out of whack.  My voice doesn\u2019t seem to work very well.  I\u2019ve begun to stutter.  I space out faster.  I don\u2019t smile much.  My small talk is microscopic.  Once I actually manage to pry my mouth open, I talk in longer monologues than I used to.   I mean, I\u2019ve always felt more comfortable with the written word than the spoken\u2014but lately I\u2019ve just gotten downright terrible.<\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s been my goal in life to become that old woman on the block, you know, the one with the muumuu and the orthopedic shoes and the orthopedic stockings rolled down to her ankles and the funky straw hat, the one all the neighborhood kids whisper about (\u201cI heard she\u2019s a witch\u201d).  Mmmm, I dunno.<\/p>\n<p>Mebbe not.<\/p>\n<p>Pardon me, dearie, while I go stir my cauldron.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Today, February 7, at 4:25 CST in Kansas City, it is 70 degrees outside. I got a sick kid (have had for about 3 days now). I got a list of things to do a gazillion miles long. Since it is my mission in life to give birth to a new race (Glow in the [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[148,186],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1018","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-kansas-city","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1018"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1018"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1018\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":16965,"href":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1018\/revisions\/16965"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1018"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1018"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1018"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}