Hankering for a Hammock
We got home in the wee hours of the morning today, and I’m already hankering for another vacation.
The laundry room is piled with dirty clothes, and beneath the piles are suspicious puddles that tell me we had water in the basement while we were gone. The clematis trellis which usually leans against the garage blew over and smashed the mums and cone flowers. A limb from one of our ancient silver maples is down, and we can only be thankful since it missed our house. But it’ll be a few days until Hiram can play lumberjack as he’ll be playing farmer with the lawn mower, harvesting what looks to be a pretty good hay crop off the lawn.
Once the laundry is done and the bills are paid, I’m raring to go on the mystery book proposal, as we have a few agents and two editors who want to see it. But there’s a fly in that ointment, too. Our internet service is out for at least five days. You heard me right. Five days – and that’s the hopeful estimate.
So bear with me if you send an email or check the blog. I’ll go to the library or the bakery (though I shouldn’t go to the bakery as I have several vacation pounds to shake loose) every day, but you may not hear from me as quickly as you expect. In the meantime, I should get lots done since I won’t be tempted to check my email in a desperate attempt to avoid writing when I should be writing, which is what I should be doing now.
It’s a good thing we don’t have a hammock, either. Right now I’d give anything to be swinging in one, though I’d have to have a death wish to hang anything from one of our silver maple trees. I guess I’ll go to bed early tonight and dream about the hammocks in Idaho where the humidity is zero and their mosquitoes are rank amateurs compared to the bloodthirsty critters that attacked me when I walked this morning.
It’s great to be home again – I think.
