{"id":2997,"date":"2005-05-17T15:47:00","date_gmt":"2005-05-17T19:47:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=2997"},"modified":"2010-07-12T20:25:17","modified_gmt":"2010-07-13T00:25:17","slug":"a-perfect-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=2997","title":{"rendered":"A perfect day"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Anne&#8217;s post on her <a href=\"http:\/\/afterjanuary.blogspot.com\/2005\/05\/almost-perfect-day.html\">&#8220;nearly perfect day&#8221;<\/a> is just lovely.  It&#8217;s sparked off a bunch of associations in my mind (we seem to do that to one another <a href=\"http:\/\/afterjanuary.blogspot.com\/2005\/05\/bedknobs-bedrooms-broomsticks-hallways.html\">on occasion<\/a> &#8211; pretty cool).<\/p>\n<p>I know that I have had nearly perfect days myself.  They&#8217;re rare.  Two examples just popped into my mind &#8230; I&#8217;ll write more on them later.  Intense memories reside primarily in the senses.  It&#8217;s not the <i>outward events <\/i>of the day that come to mind &#8211; at least not immediately.  What comes to mind first &#8211; the first flash &#8211; is the sunshine gleaming on the Washington Arch, the cold Ginger Ale we drank, the sound of the ocean waves on the rocks, running barefoot across a field to catch a Frisbee &#8230; The events themselves come later.  Past events are intellectual, we have turned them into story-lines, and so they live in the chronological mind.  But the memories themselves?  They live in the sensitivity of fingertips, of smell, of sight, of colors, a snippet of music &#8230;<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s a cool thing to contemplate, even though it comes a long with a bit of wistfulness.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Anne&#8217;s post on her &#8220;nearly perfect day&#8221; is just lovely. It&#8217;s sparked off a bunch of associations in my mind (we seem to do that to one another on occasion &#8211; pretty cool). I know that I have had nearly &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=2997\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[3],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2997"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2997"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2997\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18768,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2997\/revisions\/18768"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2997"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2997"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2997"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}