{"id":92325,"date":"2021-06-26T14:33:40","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T18:33:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=92325"},"modified":"2021-06-26T14:33:40","modified_gmt":"2021-06-26T18:33:40","slug":"one-saturday-night","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/one-saturday-night\/","title":{"rendered":"One Saturday Night"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>One Saturday Night<\/p>\n<p>My shopping cart is empty.<br \/>\nI\u2019m browsing, looking, hoping<br \/>\nto find something interesting,<br \/>\nsomething I think I need,<br \/>\nmaybe the excuse of a gift<br \/>\nfor someone but no one I know<br \/>\nis having a birthday\/anniversary<br \/>\nsoon, no holidays approaching<br \/>\nworthy of a gift.<\/p>\n<p>I deserve a present, a shiny, sparkly,<br \/>\nglittering thing that I can put on a shelf<br \/>\nand admire. But, it would be better<br \/>\nif it had a function, a reason<br \/>\nfor being here, the answer to<br \/>\nwhat is my purpose, what am I<br \/>\nsupposed to be doing<br \/>\nother than shopping.<\/p>\n<p>Am I ignoring a talent I don\u2019t know<br \/>\nI have, a calling, an artistic flare<br \/>\nfor contemporary design, perhaps<br \/>\nfor upcycling to save our planet,<br \/>\ncrafting, building, writing \u2013<br \/>\nbut I don\u2019t feel an inclination.<\/p>\n<p>I move to cookware but already,<br \/>\nall the complications of tools<br \/>\nmakes me woozy. Rice cookers<br \/>\nwhen I don\u2019t often make rice,<br \/>\nair fryers stymie me \u2013 no oil<br \/>\nto make crisp french fries seems<br \/>\noccultish, and hundreds of models<br \/>\nof Keurigs makes me want to swear<br \/>\noff coffee.<\/p>\n<p>Housewares, no; bedding, nothing<br \/>\nI need. No dogs or cats, no kids<br \/>\nor grandkids, not even a goldfish&#8230;<br \/>\nbut they don\u2019t sell fish and anyway,<br \/>\nit\u2019s lots of work cleaning the water<br \/>\nand remembering to feed it.<\/p>\n<p>Ok, so my shopping cart remains<br \/>\nas empty as my life. I guess I\u2019ll log off<br \/>\nand play another boring game of solitaire.<\/p>\n<p>~ J R Turek<br \/>\nJune 26, 2021 Hour 6<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>One Saturday Night My shopping cart is empty. I\u2019m browsing, looking, hoping to find something interesting, something I think I need, maybe the excuse of a gift for someone but no one I know is having a birthday\/anniversary soon, no holidays approaching worthy of a&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1325,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-92325","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/92325","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\/1325"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=92325"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/92325\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":92341,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/92325\/revisions\/92341"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=92325"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=92325"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=92325"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}