{"id":779,"date":"2010-11-26T12:08:14","date_gmt":"2010-11-26T18:08:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.illinoir.com\/wp\/?p=779"},"modified":"2010-11-26T12:08:14","modified_gmt":"2010-11-26T18:08:14","slug":"its-beginning-to-look-a-lot-like","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.illinoir.com\/wp\/?p=779","title":{"rendered":"It&#8217;s Beginning to Look A Lot Like&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"attachment_780\" style=\"width: 310px\" class=\"wp-caption alignleft\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.illinoir.com\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/11\/19791224001.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-780\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-780\" title=\"19791224001\" src=\"http:\/\/www.illinoir.com\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/11\/19791224001-300x207.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"207\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.illinoir.com\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/11\/19791224001-300x207.jpg 300w, http:\/\/www.illinoir.com\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/11\/19791224001-1024x709.jpg 1024w, http:\/\/www.illinoir.com\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/11\/19791224001.jpg 1427w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-780\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">26. A photo of you at Christmastime. 12\/24\/1979. An unhealthy addiction to video games is born.<\/p><\/div>\n<p>34 Christmastimes have produced a bunch of choice pictures. I debated sharing one of the photos from my awkward years &#8211; long hair, baseball hat, bad skin, ugly sweater, stone washed jeans, high tops, etc. &#8211; but I have a particular love for this photo. We&#8217;re in Pittsburgh at Grandmommy and Granddaddy&#8217;s (Mom&#8217;s parents&#8217;) house. Dad and I are playing my brand new handheld baseball video game (well, it was all LEDs and beeping noises, but still) on Christmas Eve. I am wearing my brand new &#8220;Mork&#8221; suspenders. I dig the closeness, the father-son nature of this picture. Not pictured is a bigger family bond &#8212; my Jewish-raised-then-Unitarian-living father celebrating (in a secular manner) Christmas with his wife and kids and his wife&#8217;s parents. The year before is even more interesting: Grandma and Grandpa (Dad&#8217;s parents) also joined us there. 2 Jews, 2 Presbys and 4 Unitarians, all getting together and hanging out.<\/p>\n<p>Well, it&#8217;s just kinda cool.<\/p>\n<p>Word count: 42,302 (84.6%)<\/p>\n<p>Here is the brand new beginning of the novel, required to round out what will eventually become the end of the story.<\/p>\n<div>\n<blockquote>\n<p id=\"internal-source-marker_0.7184422381687909\">The cicadas are here, hovering about my head, mating on the wing, getting ready to die. I am too, I suppose. Getting ready to die, that is. I wish I could say I had a good run at it, but that just wouldn&#8217;t be true. It would be nothing more than a comforting lie, an attempt to placate myself at the very end. It would serve no other purpose but to make these last few weeks, or days, or minutes &#8212; there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s no telling how much longer there is &#8212; more bearable.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>34 Christmastimes have produced a bunch of choice pictures. I debated sharing one of the photos from my awkward years &#8211; long hair, baseball hat, bad skin, ugly sweater, stone washed jeans, high tops, etc. &#8211; but I have a particular love for this photo. We&#8217;re in Pittsburgh at Grandmommy and Granddaddy&#8217;s (Mom&#8217;s parents&#8217;) house. 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