A bit of late-night reading in the hammock. Luckily, there is an overhead light.
For Bushboy’s Last on the Card, Aug, 2025
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Tag Archives: Hammock
My “Favorite Get Away and Go To” Places
My Garden
Watching kids in the playground
Sri Lanka
With Bob In the back of Dennis’s Jeep, touring the Klamath River, Oregon area with Georgia and Dennis
Bali
End of day on the La Manzanilla beach.
for the Lens Artist Challenge, these are my “Go To” Places.
Click on photos to enlarge and see as a series.
“Running Away” for SOCS
My garden
This is the view from the hammock.
And so is this.
And so is this.
And for another reason I run away to the garden and/or hammocks, go HERE
to see what else I see from there.
Neighborhood Rhythms–Then and Now
I’ve been down swinging in the hammock, listening to the neighborbood sounds and talking to my friends Marti and Patty on the phone and writing to Forgottenman on Skype. This was part of our conversation:
Judy: Lots of bats flying around right now..soaring around in droves.some poor doggie howling and howling a distance away glad my two haven’t joined in. Frogs, katydids and rainbirds making a din—plus some drummer down below. Rainbirds just started up again LOUD….have you ever heard them?
That led him to send me these two links:
Forgottenman: You asked: https://okcforgottenman.wordpress.com/2013/06/15/the-good-life/
Forgottenman: And this: https://okcforgottenman.wordpress.com/2013/06/16/another-day-in-paradise/
Judy: Both of those sound just like what I’m experiencing now.. Right down to the music coming from across the street. I think you should reblog those. So nostalgic. Wish you were here doing the same now.
What he describes in them is exactly what I’ve been experiencing for the past hour or so, so I decided to reblog his pieces. It is now fully dark after a long lovely sundown and leg and foot cramps ousted me from the hammock so I’m about to go in for a swim. Hope you will enjoy Forgottenman’s eight year old posts as I did. The world doesn’t change that much after all, except for the fact that I’m the one in the hammock now.
Just click on the links above to see what he had to say way back when.
Lazy Feet
Lazy Feet
Crossing the room or traversing the plain,
one foot goes in front of the other again.
It is the business of shoe after shoe
to follow each other through sand, dirt or goo.
They have easy going through fields filled with clover,
but when they meet something they have to climb over,
their task is much harder. No reflecting or browsing,
for climbing up hills is ten times more rousing.
They pump up the blood, these mountains and ramps.
They irritate arches and instigate cramps.
They cause blisters, pulled muscles, and wear a girl out.
That’s why I don’t often saunter about.
You won’t often find me walking out there
with the wind to my back and stirring my hair.
For although there’s less scenery, I do not care.
I prefer bed or hammock or chair.
Prompt words today are something, browse, revenge, traverse and business.
Old Age in Paradise
Old Age in Paradise
I’d like to know on just what basis
we deserve our fine oasis?
In other places, other climes,
people our age have harder times.
They work ’til death or do not eat.
They toil in poverty and heat.
So though we may have aches and pain,
I must our grumbling disdain.
Yes, I ache and limp and groan,
yet prefer these problems that are my own.
The Daily Addictions prompt today was oasis.
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