I went outside to take a break from writing. My newly hung hammock beckoned. I walked out and thought about catching at least 30 minutes to absorb some Vitamin D of which I am sorely lacking.
Cardinals were courting one another. Doves were cooing. Tiny bugs were flitting about the air. Two seconds after I settled into the net hammock strewn between my pecan trees, I heard a "pop!" and my backside hit the ground with a force that reverberated to the tip of my nose. I took a deep breath of air and laughed. I recalled Saturday's conversation with my husband who needed hydrocodone for his sore backside due to the hammock breaking when he tested it's strength on Friday. I thought about Kinsey's crisis on Thursday, when Haylee flipped out of the hammock and the netting caught her younger sister, Kinsey's, front tooth and yanked it right up and out of her gum.
Is this thing cursed? Seriously, friends. I went to Lowe's three times to purchase a new hammock. Each time they didn't have any. Was God trying to protect me from hammock demons? I finally took a facebook-pal's advice and ordered one off the internet. I was terribly disappointed in the strapping that everyone purchased when they purchased a hammock pictured on the page at Amazon. The strapping wrapped neatly and snuggly around the tree. Only problem is they didn't include any hooks to attach to the hammock rings. Not worth the money, believe me. When the hammock arrived, the netting was not nearly as nice and thick as the roping my previous hammock had.
If I were the kind of person who likes to return stuff and get ripped off for the postage both ways, I would have sent that hammock back. As it was, I kept it. So...
I think it is about time to accept the fact I'd best get my Vitamin-D in pill form. selahV
