{"id":23958,"date":"2016-08-13T19:20:16","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T23:20:16","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=23958"},"modified":"2016-08-13T19:22:00","modified_gmt":"2016-08-13T23:22:00","slug":"23958","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/23958\/","title":{"rendered":"Rv&#8217;s Are Homes Too"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>My hubby wanted a house, so I chose an RV.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;It is homey&#8221; I argued .<\/p>\n<p>Well no choice now its on the fly.\u00a0 The ceiling&#8217;s low,<\/p>\n<p>and the fridge is small, but we can eat out is all.<\/p>\n<p>Family is where the heart is, and if they want to visit<\/p>\n<p>they always can.<\/p>\n<p>He complained about the room, but I told him we would not be<\/p>\n<p>expecting a throng<\/p>\n<p>I mean how many are going to come?<\/p>\n<p>That day we drove and drove just<\/p>\n<p>where ever the road took us<\/p>\n<p>and arrived at a civilized site,<\/p>\n<p>where they had church without sermons<\/p>\n<p>a shop that sold wood.<\/p>\n<p>I think the thing that finally convinced him<\/p>\n<p>was the scent of the night river.<\/p>\n<p>It was warm and sweet and<\/p>\n<p>then we both could call it home.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My hubby wanted a house, so I chose an RV. &#8220;It is homey&#8221; I argued . Well no choice now its on the fly.\u00a0 The ceiling&#8217;s low, and the fridge is small, but we can eat out is all. Family is where the heart is,&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":871,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-23958","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23958","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/871"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=23958"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23958\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":24035,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23958\/revisions\/24035"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=23958"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=23958"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=23958"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}