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(This post was written mid-July...)
So, this is where I've been spending inordinate amounts of time lately. I forgot how important it is to have an outdoor room until I set this place up last month. I relax here after work listening to NPR. I read here. In the evenings, when I pull myself out of my bubblebath, I plant myself here to cool off. I fall asleep here many a weeknight, usually waking up at about two or three to toddle off to real bed. (The only unfortunate drawback to this being mosquito bites on the soles of my feet.) I sit here and surf with my laptop on lazy Saturday mornings like this one.
I've always wanted a hammock, but I didn't know I NEEDED one until recently. For my birthday present this year, my brother & sister-in-law came to my home in all of their competent, efficient and safety-conscious glory to over-engineer the installation of this hammock. As you can see, the hammock is hung from the beam on the right by a blue rope, and re-directed by a lag bolt, as opposed to hanging off the lag, which it does on the other side. The wood was a little soft on that side and no chance of my butt hitting the floor hard was going to be taken. I got a small schooling on the effects of shear on lag-bolts (increases strength exponentially) and I now swing with confidence.
I gotta tell ya, the inherent subversion of being so willfully and defiantly UNPRODUCTIVE strikes me almost every time I swing. How did I live so long without a hammock?
This is the window on my porch, which I tricked out with fake stained glass applique from Home Depot. It goes to a common hallway with the most hideous fluorescent light in it. Lemons -> Lemonade, people.
