Let’s see. Today, for me, started at midnight when I had a very late dinner of hot chicken wings, and then decided I would sleep in the hammock. I put out two blankets, one on top and one underneath, and my pillow. I also wore a long sleeved shirt, sweatpants, and socks just in case it got cold or there were midges aprowl.
I passed out quite quickly, as I normally do. This time it was without the help of a book or my ipad, as I didn’t want any settling dew to ruin either. I woke up all the way just once during the night, and looked up to see the Big Dipper overhead. I cuddled into my blankets happily and went right back to sleep.
About 5 am the sun was coming up, and it seemed that the dew point had finally been reached as I felt distinctly damp. I was also resting most of my arse and back on the ground. I guess the cotton of the hammock stretches more when damp, or it had finally given up on holding my substantial self off the ground. I brought my covers and pillow inside, and found hubby still asleep on the couch. I chased him off by talking utter nonsense, he told me later, and I didn’t wake up until 10am. Yikes: I’m normally up at 7, 7:30.
From the couch I can’t really see if the sun is out; can’t see if it will be a good day. I got up, had some water, drank the last of my iced tea, went outside for about 10 minutes and realised it was too hot, already – so I went back inside and watched a truly terrible episode of Stargate SG1. Just when I started to fall asleep I made myself get up and go back outside.
It was actually, truly, HOT today. By 5:30 it was 31.7 out – or 89 in American money (as hubby likes to say). I spent most of my day in shorts and a bikini top, and even then I had to move out of the sun quite often. I went to the shop once, for smokes, and took a shower (dammit, I’m peeling – I really did get some sunshine). After 3 I walked to the doctor and found out I get another week off work.
Hubby is doing a BBQ tonight – he goes a bit mad and tonight we have three kinds of sausages, chicken wings, pork chops, and maybe some corn (just for me). No, we don’t have company over. He just really likes to cook. He brought me a sampling of wings and a sausage a few minutes ago, as I sat out front getting the last rays. What a lovely thing to do. I feel terrible that I’m out front and he’s out back.
Oh, I should show you my tan. It’s especially funny compared to hubby’s Irish complexion:
Is that not bloody amazing? I love how he only has freckles up to where a short-sleeved shirt ends, and then he’s alabaster white above that line. Me? Even the paler underside of my arms, or my palms, aren’t as white as he is. He truly is the whitest man I know. Who loves hip-hop. Go figure.
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If you hadn’t told us what that white object was under your arm, I’d-a never guessed! Hokey-smoke! How does HE do in the hot?!
Good on you–another week for your own self and then back to a much less stressful job (I certainly hope!). Take good care and *don’t rush*!
I know! He’s whiter than milk. I took him to Florida and SC and slathered him in sunscreen. I can NOT imagine how bad he would burn!
Dr office assistant said, in her New Zealand accent, ‘they’ll be fine without you for another week, dear!’ Thank you thank you!
Poor boy!
Love the dr assistant! And it’s (horribly) true that we’re dispensable! But I give thanks for that–I never want again to feel indispensable!
Yep, I’m not that. Even though I was the ONLY person who knew what I did and how I did it in a day – it only took about 2 hours over 2 days (via phone) to explain to my fill-in. She HATES IT. I can’t imagine why.
vindication!
Oh my! Only this comment made me realize the white thing was… an arm! I had not realize the text explaining the difference was really about the picture. People used to say I was white, but never *that* white. I picked a lot more sun over the years, I’m not white at all now. By the end of this summer, I might like hip-hop lol
hahahahahha! I had to be told too what the white thing was!
Oh please, don’t like hip-hop. I’ll like you so much better knowing you can sneer and/or deride it like I do!
Yep, I have the whitest man ever, in my his-tory (pun intended) of men. His eyelashes are blonde! It’s still a bit startling for me even after 8 years of marriage.
LOL Don’t worry there is little chance I begin liking hip-hop!
Would he be albinos, or just happen to be really pale?
Just pale!
Sleeping in hammocks always sounds so comfy…but that sagging after a while!
Gosh darn. You have to stay out another week. Oh, pooh. Hope they are beginning to appreciate what you did. And the feeling of steel toed power ahead – or a-toed.
My dad had that freckled arm with farmer sleeve line – when growing up we went to the beach about 2 times: once the tops of his feet sunburned so bad he couldn’t wear shoes. That was it. Mountains, but no beaches. Seriously pale. My daughter inherited pale from her dad’s side, too and a pale hint of red hair.
Enjoy your rest! ( and dinner!)
I grew up on the Gulf coast, so we took our vacations in the mountains! I loved it, of course. I’ve done the burned foot thing, that really smarts!
Oh dear I myself brown like a berry..but hubby..burns peels then back to bug attracting white! He just can’t tan ..well his arms do he gets farmers arms like me..but the legs…you could land a seaplane on those bad boys! hehehe enjoy the sun 🙂
Brown like a berry! My mother always said that about me, I had no idea it was an international turn of phrase 🙂 I made my hub coat himself in SPF 40 to go and take pics for 20 minutes. He got more freckles anyhow.
Haha poor albino boys 🙂 amazing the sayings that go around the world…never seen a brown berry mind you hahaha 🙂
See you and raise you… I dated an albino for five years. Whitest guy in *America.*
I guess that beats a blonde Irishman!
It depends on the albino, and the Irishman.
🙂
I haven’t tanned yet! Will probably take a while, hahaa. 😛
Awesome you slept outside for a while!
No, you should keep in the shade! Like my mother in law who actually blistered all over from a short exposure. Can’t keep her out of the sun – why she thinks blisters and massive peeling is attractive, I don’t know…
SG1 is among my favorite shows, but yes there were a few bad episodes. I suppose they had to spare some budget on some episodes so they could do all these amazing ones. I catch it from time to time, I never get bored of it. Too bad the other Stargate series never worked as well as this one.
I’ve never given it much time, but the one I saw was pretty lame. We’re working our way through Voyager now, and I fall asleep to quite a few of them. Then again, I can’t seem to find many TV shows I want to stay awake through.