{"id":7340,"date":"2021-09-15T07:46:54","date_gmt":"2021-09-15T14:46:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/?p=7340"},"modified":"2021-09-15T07:46:56","modified_gmt":"2021-09-15T14:46:56","slug":"sunday-morning","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/meditations\/sunday-morning\/","title":{"rendered":"Sunday Morning"},"content":{"rendered":"<!--themify_builder_content-->\n<div id=\"themify_builder_content-7340\" data-postid=\"7340\" class=\"themify_builder_content themify_builder_content-7340 themify_builder tf_clear\">\n    <\/div>\n<!--\/themify_builder_content-->\n\n\n<p>It was an early Sunday morning and I was buying groceries from the sleepy checker. I looked up at the self checkout line. A woman of indeterminate age with long black hair and wearing large black glasses was buying a four pack of mini bottles of wine and some Robitussin cough medicine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>She turned toward me, staring, then up to the ceiling. Her face was vacant. She just stood there. She couldn&#8217;t get the self check out to work. I think she pushed a help button but no help was ever coming in this store. She just stood there and didn&#8217;t move.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>For a moment it looked like she was going to pop open the wine and cough syrup and get it going right there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I paid my bill. I looked up and she was gone. The check out was still trying to process her purchase but she hadn&#8217;t waited. She had walked out of the store with her goods and onto the streets of Portland to begin her Sunday.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It was an early Sunday morning and I was buying groceries from the sleepy checker. I looked up at the self checkout line. A woman of indeterminate age with long black hair and wearing large black glasses was buying a four pack of mini bottles of wine and some Robitussin cough medicine. She turned toward [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":7341,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7340","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-meditations","has-post-title","has-post-date","has-post-category","has-post-tag","has-post-comment","has-post-author",""],"builder_content":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7340","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7340"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7340\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7342,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7340\/revisions\/7342"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/7341"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7340"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7340"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7340"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}