{"id":72,"date":"2008-02-22T19:48:40","date_gmt":"2008-02-23T05:48:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.n1zyy.com\/mistert\/2008\/02\/22\/the-life-of-a-hermit\/"},"modified":"2008-02-22T19:48:40","modified_gmt":"2008-02-23T05:48:40","slug":"the-life-of-a-hermit","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.n1zyy.com\/mistert\/2008\/02\/22\/the-life-of-a-hermit\/","title":{"rendered":"The Life of a Hermit"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>There are times when I just want to get away from it all. I get tired of the people, the work, the phone, the Internet, the TV and pretty much all the distractions of daily life. I read an article today about a guy who built a cottage in his back yard to get away a little. I think I like that idea. Of course people can find you a little too easily there so maybe some times you have to go further away.<\/p>\n<p>I like to go to my Dad&#8217;s house when he isn&#8217;t there. Now don&#8217;t get me wrong I love visiting my Dad. In fact I&#8217;ll be visiting him in about a week and a half for a couple of days. But he has a house in a summer resort area that he&#8217;s not always at in the winter. To me going there then is just relaxing. Now I could not do it often or for long. Mrs. T went away for a couple of days tonight and I miss her already. But sometimes and for short times it is a good recharge.<\/p>\n<p>Probably the ideal world would be to get away from everyone but my wife with us each going our own ways during the day. I&#8217;m sure not ready to live completely alone for a long time. Although to be honest, if not for my wife, I think I could get used to it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>There are times when I just want to get away from it all. I get tired of the people, the work, the phone, the Internet, the TV and pretty much all the distractions of daily life. I read an article today about a guy who built a cottage in his back yard to get away [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-72","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-life-thoughts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.n1zyy.com\/mistert\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/72","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.n1zyy.com\/mistert\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.n1zyy.com\/mistert\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.n1zyy.com\/mistert\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.n1zyy.com\/mistert\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=72"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.n1zyy.com\/mistert\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/72\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.n1zyy.com\/mistert\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=72"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.n1zyy.com\/mistert\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=72"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.n1zyy.com\/mistert\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=72"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}