{"id":325,"date":"2006-02-16T14:56:56","date_gmt":"2006-02-16T22:56:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/tgdarkly.com\/blog\/?p=309"},"modified":"2006-02-16T14:56:56","modified_gmt":"2006-02-16T22:56:56","slug":"the-smell-of-paint","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/davidopderbeck.com\/tgdarkly\/2006\/02\/16\/the-smell-of-paint\/","title":{"rendered":"The Smell of Paint"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s amazing how smells can trigger memories.  Today I walked the dog down to the house my brother- and sister-in-law are fixing up.  It&#8217;s a small, old house, and right now it smells like sawdust and paint.<\/p>\n<p>That paint smell brought back vivid memories of a time that now seems like a dream.  We were young, fit and free.  We didn&#8217;t worry about money.  We came and went as we pleased.  There was always music playing, and plenty of sex.<\/p>\n<p>The 1960&#8217;s?  No, fifteen years ago when my wife and I were first married and living in our first apartment.  That little space, with its oddly-dimensioned attic loft and diner around the corner, was just perfect for us.  Somehow the smell of fresh paint in my brother-in-law&#8217;s house zipped me back to when we newlyweds first moved into our cozy fixer-upper flat, only fifteen years, and yet a lifetime, ago.  Good days then, and now, and Lord willing, to come, with my lovely bride.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s amazing how smells can trigger memories. Today I walked the dog down to the house my brother- and sister-in-law are fixing up. It&#8217;s a small, old house, and right now it smells like sawdust and paint. That paint smell brought back vivid memories of a time that now seems like a dream. We were [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-325","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-spirituality"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p824rZ-5f","jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/davidopderbeck.com\/tgdarkly\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/325","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/davidopderbeck.com\/tgdarkly\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/davidopderbeck.com\/tgdarkly\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/davidopderbeck.com\/tgdarkly\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/davidopderbeck.com\/tgdarkly\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=325"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/davidopderbeck.com\/tgdarkly\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/325\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/davidopderbeck.com\/tgdarkly\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=325"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/davidopderbeck.com\/tgdarkly\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=325"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/davidopderbeck.com\/tgdarkly\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=325"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}