Rope Hammock
To me just seeing a hammock means there’s the possibility tomorrow will be a warm sunny day. Today the neighbor’s packed their hammock up and carried it into the garage. My hope for one more day of sunshine went with it.
When I was a kid I think ours was the only house in the neighborhood that didn’t have a hammock. You know, now that I think about it, there were a couple of my friends who didn’t have hammocks, but they had porch swings which have their own kind of cool, but hammocks will always be the best. My baby-sitter, Mrs. L., had matching rope hammocks in her back yard. My friends and I spent the better part of a Summer learning to master getting on and off the things without ending up tied in knots or in a heap on the ground. It was pure fun. Once we mastered getting on and off, we had to master staying on when someone tried to dump you because they thought it was their turn.
When fall would come Mr. L. would pack the hammocks away and we would all be sad, like I am sad now because my neighbor put his hammock away. I wonder what Amoeba would say if he came home from Hawaii to find me stretched out on a hammock in the living room gazing wistfully at his fish tank. Do you think he’d understand?
Or you could move to Paraguay. We have our hammock hanging all year.
Well, I know I won’t be trying to get into it. These days, I’m too porky for a hammock. And if that isn’t a sad state of affairs, I don’t know what would be.
A hammock in the living room would be the ultimate *cool* !!!
I’ve always wanted a hammock. I’m with you on the emotional impact of seeing it being put away for the winter. Bummer! (so is seeing your thermometer widget in the sidebar. Brr!)
SnakeMaster wants a hammock to sleep in year-round. It’s on his Christmas wish list.
Oh, I would just love a hammock!!! I’d totally use it indoors in the winter!