I’m producing this tale from a hammock in my entrance property. The woven hammock is quick on design and style if longish on sentimental benefit: It was an impulse buy, circa 2006, from an artisan current market in Ecuador. And it is not even stretched between trees. Unattractive then, ratty now, it is hanging on a pale black hammock stand which is starting to rust. Practically nothing about the set up is entrance property worthy. In simple fact, in ordinary occasions this rig droops in exile in our backyard. And but, nowadays, right here it drapes just toes from a properly-trafficked sidewalk on our south Minneapolis corner whole lot. And right here I recline upon it, merrily typing away.
My daughters, meanwhile, are snapping wrist photographs at the complete-dimension hockey goal (good location: the driveway) which is taken up semi-long term home on the street in entrance of our home.