.
I
had put a hammock out on our second floor veranda, thinking I could catch some
breezes. It has a good mosquito netting
sleeve that can be drawn over it and zipped closed once you’re in. But the hammock body’s fabric is made of nylon
parachute silk and is thus too hot for the tropics. It does not breathe well enough, and the
breezes do not penetrate.
The
only times I could really enjoy it were when a full-out rain storm was blowing
through. The veranda roof kept most of
the rain off me, but the windy spray could still blow in on me – very refreshing. Blessed coolness, Zen delight!
The
hammock is not old, and has never been in the sun, but it failed me a week
ago. Our cat Pinky was out on the
veranda so I decided to sit out with her.
I carefully sat into the hammock.
Then, Pow! The nylon parachute
fabric split apart and dumped me a full meter onto the concrete floor.
I
landed on my ass, hard. I didn’t break
anything, but I’ve been sore ever since.
I can still walk the several klicks of my neighborhood walking route,
but I’m certainly not stepping out as vigorously as normal. It hurts most to sit for a while, such as at
a computer. So I will cut this
short.
What
will such things be like when I one day get old?
-Zenwind.
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