There is something eminently sensible about a hammock. It is comfortable. It is (at least sometimes) portable. It is relaxing. I cannot recommend a hammock strongly enough.

When I was a child, my family sometimes spent time in the summers at a cabin in Canada (owned by my grandparents). It was always a fun time — fishing, wandering around in the woods, etc. Most of my favorite moments during those visits, though, were spent on a hammock. There was a big, creaky ol’ monster of a hammock on the cabin’s screened porch, and I used to grab a book (and there were ever so many books) and spend hours lounging on it, swinging a bit as I read.

I read the Iliad and the Odyssey (the beautifully illustrated Giant Golden Books version) in that hammock. I also read Jaws and its sequel (which were, honestly, a bit much for me at the time…). I devoured Hamilton’s Mythology, a couple of odd gothic romances, Hailey’s Hotel, bits of Leon Uris that I really can’t remember, Firefox, some Swamp Thing comics that someone left in the back of a dresser drawer, and a bunch of guides to birds, mammals, and marine life. It was marvelous!

There is something magical about lying suspended in a creaky old hammock, listening to the birds, feeling the sun on your face (green-filtered through the trees) and reading a book. Everything is so wonderfully still and sweet. It’s just so peaceful. I sometimes found myself napping as much as reading, but my dreams were all warm and full of stories, so I never really felt like I stopped reading.

I cannot recommend a hammock strongly enough. You should get one. I did!


About L. M. Bernhardt

For a good long while (15 years or so), I taught philosophy at a little private university in northwest IA, and occasionally branched out into playing music, dabbling in photography, experimenting with food, and writing nonsense on my blog. The philosophy teaching part ended in 2017 (program elimination via prioritization), but never fear! I've just finished my MLIS at San Jose State University, and I'm currently on the market looking for new adventures in either philosophy or LIS. For now, I labor at a fairly interesting administrative job in order to support my dogs in the lavish manner to which they've become accustomed.
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2 Responses to Ahhhhh…

  1. You've painted a lovely picture here–but apparently at the time you didn't have a small dog chewing on you. Maybe if I clear off the front porch….
    I have similar memories of reading on the huge wrap-around porch at my great-aunt's when I was young. Books and more books, and all the time in the world to read them. :)


  2. Buddy and Eddie will actually jump up and cuddle with me on the new hammock. I worry that if Henry joined them, something would break. :)

    Just relaxing and reading is soooo nice…


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