Horticulture, Cooking, Wildlife, Progress, and Work -- or, Adventures in Hammock Land

Well tomorrow night my sister arrives from D.C. for a startlingly exciting weekend of cleaning my mom's yard. A dumpster is involved. Does that tell you something? Hey, but it seems like we're in for a break! It's not supposed to go above 99 this weekend! Woo hoo. What with working outside all morning and then living in a house with a single room air conditioner, I'm sure we'll be overjoyed. lol Go ahead, tell me it won't be like leaving the Hyatt for Ernie's Motor Lodge where the slogan is "Fleas stay free!" Sigh. No really, it'll be good. I'll have fun with the sis, we'll visit my aunt and cousin, and we'll have good Mexican food. It'll be great. It will also be too hot to stitch. Sigh.

Since I was "on vacation" today (ie. using the comp time they don't pay me enough to consider a perk) it made sense that instead of testing out the hammock all afternoon I was at ... WORK! Sheesh. I WAS NOT going in. I was NOT. Then I was only going in to do the office bills.
Did I ever mention how much I hate office bills? It's not even my money and I hate office bills. Look, here's the short version. You subscribe to magazines, right? And you get annoyed when they send you those bi-weekly renewal letters starting the month after you renew, right? Well, I run a corporation library. We get 75-100 magazines or other periodical-type stuff. Imagine how many nuisance renewal bills I get every bloomin day. And I have to open them all (another pet peeve -- I want a Constitutional amendment requiring all envelopes to carry a complete business name and address on the corner where a return address is supposed to be. Don't make me open 10 letters a day to find out I could finance a Toyota for free or get a really good deal on Sports Illustrated.

Anyway, off soap box, I acquiesced to going in until lunch. Then I was planting my fanny in that hammock darn it. Do you know when I got to leave? Do you? 4 fricken 47 P.M. ("P.M." stands in this case for Pissy Mood since I missed nearly 4 hours of quality hammock time!).

Ok, I guess that's out of my system. I'm actually not nearly as bitter as I sound-- because I did get to come back to The Resort and test out the hammock for an hour. Here's proof -- the view in a feet-ish direction

Doesn't it remind you of Boston's really cool bridge? It does me.
The view up -- sigh. Tell me you can't see heaven from here:

BTW, leaves are really cool looking from underneath when they are lit from above. I'll have to try and get a decent pic. It was too hard to do with my eyes continually closing. lol

For the record, I didn't actually get up and fully extended in the hammock. I lay cross-ways and used my feet to push it like a swing. Reason being, I'm to tall to not have my head resting on the hammock's wooden bar. Yeah, I could have brought a pillow, but what the heck, I like swinging.

I made no finishes today (too mellow from hammock time I guess), but I can show a little progress:

A Gimmie's pengie -- I hope I get a better picture tomorrow to show off the two threads involved


A terribly lit shot of my over-one Isa Vautier ornie

And for your viewing pleasure some more of The Resort's environs and denizens--




Calabash


Fritz and Frances (Fritz is the long one). They were at this stand off when I arrive. Apparently, even for all the years they've been together, they still don't trust each other enough to turn their backs on the one another.


Cassie "I swear it wasn't me that ate the catnip" Jones


Chou Chou (no she doesn't work-- what a shock, someone like Chouey being not so very functional)


The Captain (he tells all the chicks he was "in the war" to score free corn)


Cuthbert: