Going to the frogs

Slipped out of a hammock yesterday; just a graceless plop, but reminiscent of the graceless dismounts I executed when learning to ski, and reaching the end of the T lift, in Vermont. The hammock was up Calaveras county way, near Big Trees and Murphys' Shakespeare at the local winery, where they pour really full plastic cups of their wonderful Cab. But the bouquet was slightly spoiled by the fumes of bug spray that necessarily save the evening from turning into a feeding frenzy for the bugs.

Shared the lake swimming with ducks, all females for some reason. The water was warm at the surface but cold if you dropped your feet down, and filled with grass that got tangled in your toes. Very clear and clean but still, showered thoroughly after swimming around for an hour or so. So quiet and peaceful, we paddled out past the platforms and toward the far end where no one else hung out. Lake swimming, have not done that since the late 70's.

We drove up early in the morning so practically flew past highways that are often clogged with Bay Area traffic. Driving home today was not so pleasurable. Plus, had to face the end of the weekend. Plus, seemed like someone had a wild party at my townhouse while I was gone.

Whatever. I was having a wild time working on a laser cut limited edition wood jigsaw puzzle and gazing at the starry sky between the tall trees. Little brown bats buzzed us. Who knew I should not have slept well at all last night. Time for my princess to move it on out. I'm not happy living with her anymore. I am only happy when I'm away.