{"id":48,"date":"2002-06-01T09:46:22","date_gmt":"2002-06-01T13:46:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/randthought.com\/wp\/?p=48"},"modified":"2002-06-01T09:46:22","modified_gmt":"2002-06-01T13:46:22","slug":"catching-up","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/randthought.com\/index.php\/2002\/06\/01\/catching-up\/","title":{"rendered":"Catching Up"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Sorry for the lack of posts this past week. I had a house full of guests, so I didn&#8217;t get around to writing here. It is amazing how four kids can break your concentration. Allow me a brief moment to congratulate my brother (and a frequent reader here), Vince, on his wedding today. I am so happy for both you and Donna. Sorry I couldn&#8217;t be there to share in your joy, but may you remain as happy as you are today through all of your life.<\/p>\n<p>Now on to business, did anyone see the story about the old woman in Ohio who received the Mother&#8217;s Day card from her son late? Not a few weeks late, years late. 41 years and 3 weeks late to be exact. <b>And it came postage due!!<\/b> Our postal service sickens me. They are 41 years late delivering a card and they want her to pay the increase in postage. What? Thank goodness this poor woman&#8217;s son is still alive. He mailed it when he was stationed in Germany in 1961, where it has been since is anyone&#8217;s guess. I shudder to think of receiving a card from a loved one who died while in service to his country, or for that matter in a car crash years later. A lot of things can happen to a person in 41 years. I guess late is better than never, but postage due after 41 years? Perhaps our postal service should consider damage control and more reliable service before they put that upcoming rate hike into effect. I, for one, will seek a more timely service to deliver my packages.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sorry for the lack of posts this past week. I had a house full of guests, so I didn&#8217;t get around to writing here. It is amazing how four kids can break your concentration. Allow me a brief moment to congratulate my brother (and a frequent reader here), Vince, on his wedding today. I am [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/randthought.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/48"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/randthought.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/randthought.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/randthought.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/randthought.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=48"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/randthought.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/48\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/randthought.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=48"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/randthought.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=48"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/randthought.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=48"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}