{"id":6933,"date":"2021-04-15T06:54:03","date_gmt":"2021-04-15T13:54:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/?p=6933"},"modified":"2026-11-02T18:11:59","modified_gmt":"2026-11-02T18:11:59","slug":"hope-is-kindled-by-a-picnic-date","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/hope-is-kindled-by-a-picnic-date\/","title":{"rendered":"Hope is Kindled by a Picnic Date"},"content":{"rendered":"<!-- wp:themify-builder\/canvas \/-->\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The sun shined. It was 11 in the morning on a Monday. I sat on a splintered bench inside a disheveled tennis court, talking with a friend, when something caught my eye: a young bi-racial couple approached a nearby basketball court. He carried a basketball and a cooler. She carried a cushioned blanket. She unfolded it off to the side of the court and began to unpack the cooler.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">It hit me! She was setting out a damn picnic spread!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The man started shooting hoops. He had decent form and hit a few threes and corkscrew layups. My friend and I watched them, marveled, remarked and smiled. Nothing like a damned picnic date to make you smile. I want to go on a picnic date!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">A few minutes later the man came over to the blanket and they partook in food and drink. Several minutes after that, they both got up and shot hoops. She wasn&#8217;t bad either. They started playing HORSE or PIG. They were smiling and joking the whole time and I never once saw a phone in use.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The sun shined. It was 11 in the morning on a Monday. I sat on a splintered bench inside a disheveled tennis court, talking with a friend, when something caught my eye: a young bi-racial couple approached a nearby basketball court. He carried a basketball and a cooler. She carried a cushioned blanket. She unfolded [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":6934,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[10],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6933","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-meditations","has-post-title","has-post-date","has-post-category","has-post-tag","has-post-comment","has-post-author",""],"builder_content":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6933","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6933"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6933\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10537,"href":"https:\/\/nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6933\/revisions\/10537"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6933"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6933"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6933"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}