It's still so hot. On top of wanting a kiddy pool, now I want a hammock (a white sandy beach, clear blue ocean and a corona too!). Fortunately my wish came true. I remembered that we had been given a beautiful handmade hammock by our roommate Nancy as a wedding gift — we'd never hung it. I knew we'd kept it, but couldn't tell you which unopened box from which move it was in, we are talking 12 years later, but Mr. C knew exactly where it was. I begged and nagged for him to run to the hardware store so we could hang it. After all today was the perfect day to listlessly lay about in a hammock. He obliged, xxoo.





Mr. C masterminded the perfect "tree sling" as he called it. It's fancied from nylon rope and twisted into one of the climbing/boy scout knots he knows and then affixed with carabiners. It's hanging between our Italian pine and yucca trees. We each took turns swinging in it. And all I can say it "AH" it was lovely and I so look forward to another afternoon of cloud watching while swinging in the afternoon breeze.