{"id":11575,"date":"2014-11-26T15:18:35","date_gmt":"2014-11-26T15:18:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/?p=11575"},"modified":"2014-11-26T15:18:55","modified_gmt":"2014-11-26T15:18:55","slug":"scenes-from-a-tuesday-night","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/2014\/11\/26\/scenes-from-a-tuesday-night\/","title":{"rendered":"Scenes from a Tuesday night"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Ok it just happens to be the eve of Thanksgiving break.  <\/p>\n<p>And if you haven&#8217;t been able to tell from last few posts- I am pretty thankful to be in my house.  To unpack my stuff.  To feel at home.<\/p>\n<p>Because truthfully I wasn&#8217;t sure I would be able to feel at home here.  I had been missing my old house big time.  Not my big one in Chapel Hill but my smaller one a few streets over.<\/p>\n<p>I looked back at the blog and all the pictures and <em>life<\/em> that was had in that house.  And I missed it.  <\/p>\n<p>I looked around this house and just couldn&#8217;t see it.<\/p>\n<p>Well the past two weeks, the weeks of workers wrapping it up and boxes being unpacked&#8230;.I see it.<br \/>\nI fell in love with my house.<\/p>\n<p>Maybe it has something to do with the meals we have been able to cook in the kitchen- or the mess from homework, keys and scattered papers that is our everyday life.<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/elisalou\/15879380355\/player\/\" width=\"1024\" height=\"1024\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen webkitallowfullscreen mozallowfullscreen oallowfullscreen msallowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>or maybe just the cookie cutters that I just unpacked to make cookies with Eva<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/elisalou\/15877403771\/player\/\" width=\"1024\" height=\"1024\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen webkitallowfullscreen mozallowfullscreen oallowfullscreen msallowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>Or getting my office pulled together<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/elisalou\/15693372539\/player\/\" width=\"1024\" height=\"1024\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen webkitallowfullscreen mozallowfullscreen oallowfullscreen msallowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>It could be coming home to see it all lit up<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/elisalou\/15877402691\/player\/\" width=\"1024\" height=\"1024\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen webkitallowfullscreen mozallowfullscreen oallowfullscreen msallowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>or floors that are finally clean<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/elisalou\/15259725863\/player\/\" width=\"1024\" height=\"1024\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen webkitallowfullscreen mozallowfullscreen oallowfullscreen msallowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/elisalou\/15877398611\/player\/\" width=\"1024\" height=\"1024\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen webkitallowfullscreen mozallowfullscreen oallowfullscreen msallowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>A warm fire for a boy that was feeling a little under the weather (my fireplace mantle is not done)<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/elisalou\/15877400091\/player\/\" width=\"1024\" height=\"1024\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen webkitallowfullscreen mozallowfullscreen oallowfullscreen msallowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/elisalou\/15698325237\/player\/\" width=\"1024\" height=\"1024\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen webkitallowfullscreen mozallowfullscreen oallowfullscreen msallowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>A bad dog that likes to sit on this chair and get it all muddy<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/elisalou\/15259727323\/player\/\" width=\"1024\" height=\"1024\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen webkitallowfullscreen mozallowfullscreen oallowfullscreen msallowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>Or a little puppy that I find asleep all over the house<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/elisalou\/15259724703\/player\/\" width=\"1024\" height=\"1024\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen webkitallowfullscreen mozallowfullscreen oallowfullscreen msallowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>There are still lots of boxes to unpack and things to put away- I still can&#8217;t find half of my clothes or shoes and then there is all the stuff that got ruined from being in storage for so long- I unpacked a box of Christmas stuff yesterday that had to go straight into the trash.<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/elisalou\/15692077710\/player\/\" width=\"1024\" height=\"1024\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen webkitallowfullscreen mozallowfullscreen oallowfullscreen msallowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>Even so- we are all very thankful to be home.<\/p>\n<p>Happy Thanksgiving!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Ok it just happens to be the eve of Thanksgiving break. And if you haven&#8217;t been able to tell from last few posts- I am pretty thankful to be in my house. To unpack my stuff. To feel at home. Because truthfully I wasn&#8217;t sure I would be able to feel at home here. I had been missing my old house big time. Not my big one in Chapel Hill but my smaller one a few streets over. I looked back at the blog and all the pictures and life that was had in that house. And I missed it. I looked around this house and just couldn&#8217;t see it. Well the past two weeks, the weeks of workers wrapping it up and boxes being unpacked&#8230;.I see it. I fell in love with my house. Maybe it has something to do with the meals we have been able to cook in the kitchen- or the mess from homework, keys and scattered papers that is our everyday life. or maybe just the cookie cutters that I just unpacked to make cookies with Eva Or getting my office pulled together It could be coming home to see it all lit up or floors that are finally clean A warm fire for a boy that was feeling a little under the weather (my fireplace mantle is not done) A bad dog that likes to sit on this chair and get it all muddy Or a little puppy that I find asleep all over the house There are still lots of boxes to unpack and things to put away- I still can&#8217;t find half of my clothes or shoes and then there is all the stuff that got ruined from being in storage for so long- I unpacked a box of Christmas stuff yesterday that had to go straight into the trash. Even so- we are all very thankful to be home. Happy Thanksgiving!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[13,745],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-11575","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-life","category-remodel-2"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11575","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=11575"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11575\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11579,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11575\/revisions\/11579"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11575"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11575"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11575"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}