My Mumbling Thoughts

I may just be a little too restless for a hammock. I don't know why but as much as I love the mental picture of hanging about in the backyard doing absolutely nothing, it never seems to work out like that. The first instinct I get is to hang it out in the sun: might as well get something that resembles a tan while I'm outside, right? I followed the same line of thought this past Tuesday. Of course it was too fuming hot so I had to relocate to the shade, a procedure that usually takes at least 30 minutes because finding poles, angles, boards, pins, trees, pipes or anything else of which there are two strategically located relatively close to each other in such positions that you can tie each end of your hammock to them is such a daunting navigational task General Napoleon himself would've struggled with it. About two hours after I initially went outside, after tying it up, climbing into the damn thing, climbing out of the damn thing, relocating, tying it up, climbing into the damn thing, fighting bees, spraying ants, stretching for the lemonade, urging the cat to 'no please don't come jump on here because it's too unstable' and wondering how long it would take for the thunderclouds at the horizon to come over, I was actually comfortable. And it's moments like those that trigger thoughts along the lines of: "Did I fill out my tax form yet?" The only real way to chase those thoughts away (at least for me) is by replacing them with something in the same category that's a whole lot more fun: "I still have to write that guest blog for Sam..!"

So a one year blogaversary. That's impressive. I might have one coming up myself, or I might have already had one: it depends on whether you choose to look solely at the date I started blogging, or whether you choose to add up the weeks I was actually actively blogging. There is a world of difference and it leads me to the first thing I love about Sam's blog: the consistency. There's always something new when you need to get your mind off of something or when you just feel like reading another one of her entertaining stories.

Secondly (or firstly in importance, just that it didn't fit the pattern of this entry to post it first) is the content. I relate, and I image thousands of people would if they knew the address to the blog. Which doesn't directly make sense, because I live a very different life, in a different country, a different culture, and so on. That means the only reason I relate to her entries is because her style of writing is very open, accessible, relatable. Sam; if you're doing it on purpose, kudos. If not; you have a talent, girl!

Thirdly comes the writer herself, of course. I'm not going to bother putting too many words in this paragraph because all the readers here know exactly what I'm talking about! That, and because these things are as difficult to define as the term "sex-appeal" or the average DVD-recorder remote control.

On that note: what is the point of the "eject" button on a remote control? Don't you have to walk over there to remove the disc to put it back in the box anyway?

So one year. Something tells me she's only just getting started. There is an amazing path folding itself out into the future, announcing things that have yet to happen in places that have yet to be travelled to.

Sam, congratulations. And whatever may come, I hope we will read about it right here, on mymumblingthoughts.com.

-Erik.