{"id":128,"date":"2016-05-09T21:58:25","date_gmt":"2016-05-09T21:58:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.thehalfcenturian.com\/?p=128"},"modified":"2019-08-29T20:32:52","modified_gmt":"2019-08-29T20:32:52","slug":"what-a-mother","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.thehalfcenturian.com\/index.php\/2016\/05\/09\/what-a-mother\/","title":{"rendered":"What a mother"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>The year is 2008.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>My son went off to college in August of 2007, and Peggy and I embraced the roll of empty nesters. Within a month of his departure we made trips to New York and Las Vegas (Mike&#8217;s observation &#8212; &#8220;You guys suck!&#8221;) as well as multiple trips to Baton Rouge. Once Mike went to LSU, Peggy somehow became a big football fan. Go figure.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Valentine&#8217;s Day. I decide to do something romantic and find a hideaway with a remarkable view (Peggy&#8217;s delight). Searching online I discovered an unusual spot called The Island on Lake Travis outside of Austin, TX. The online photos were almost unbelievable, so I thought it would be a perfect place to check out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Strep throat. Not particularly romantic, but we went anyway. I figure if you feel like crap and you still enjoy a place it must be pretty good. We have been going back to the Island ever since (and eight years later I still cannot recommend it highly enough!).<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Mother&#8217;s Day approaches. About three weeks out it occurs to Peggy that&nbsp;Mike will not be home for Mother&#8217;s Day since it falls during finals. Suddenly the empty nest actually feels a little empty. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I decide to book a cruise out of Galveston for the two of us to get away and for her to be able to think about something other than a Mother&#8217;s Day without her son. We have an absolute blast. A tradition is born.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It is now 2016 and for the first time these two traditions that started in 2008 are going to&nbsp;be married. That&#8217;s right, we are&nbsp;staying at the Island for the entire week of Mother&#8217;s Day! Two great tastes that go great together &#8212; how did we not think of this before?!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I&#8217;m pretty fired up about it, so I am sure this will not be the last celebratory post&#8230;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\"><figure class=\"aligncenter is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" src=\"http:\/\/www.thehalfcenturian.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/07\/Island-4.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-129\" width=\"493\" height=\"370\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.thehalfcenturian.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/07\/Island-4.png 320w, https:\/\/www.thehalfcenturian.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/07\/Island-4-300x225.png 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 493px) 100vw, 493px\" \/><figcaption>We got here in time for sunset. Always a key!<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The year is 2008. My son went off to college in August of 2007, and Peggy and I embraced the roll of empty nesters. Within a month of his departure we made trips to New York and Las Vegas (Mike&#8217;s observation &#8212; &#8220;You guys suck!&#8221;) as well as multiple trips to Baton Rouge. Once Mike &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.thehalfcenturian.com\/index.php\/2016\/05\/09\/what-a-mother\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">What a mother<\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[7],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thehalfcenturian.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/128"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thehalfcenturian.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thehalfcenturian.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thehalfcenturian.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thehalfcenturian.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=128"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.thehalfcenturian.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/128\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":145,"href":"https:\/\/www.thehalfcenturian.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/128\/revisions\/145"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thehalfcenturian.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=128"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thehalfcenturian.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=128"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thehalfcenturian.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=128"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}