I have a new hammock in the house. I have never lived in a home with a hammock. It’s been on my bucket list for an age. Now I have one. A colourful one. It’s in the backyard. The garden is still full of weeds and wildflowers. The former we hope to destroy. Some of the later would be nice to keep. We did have an orange tree. It hasn’t a leaf upon it. It want to replace it with a mango tree. Small mangos. The caramel flavored ones I tasted in Trujillo a few years ago. My mouth’s watering just thinking of it.
It’s a rainbow of colours. They’re matted, though, striped. It’s received admirers. We took the last one from a shop in Valle de Angeles. No way I’m giving it away. No one would want to take it anyway; it’s Christened with my afternoon farts.
Due to the direction and heat of the sun, the only time I can’t laze in it is mid to late morning. Lying in the early morning or late afternoon/early morning is a problem due to mosquitoes, although I can lie in it caked in repellent.
I love it though. Lying there and writing. They’re a wonderful duet to help me relax. My belly is growing because of it, but also that I often drink beer while rocking in it.
Frida likes it, just sitting with me, although she’s always looking out for Vicente, who gets jealous and plays rough. Vicente has been with us a year now. I love the little dude; never thought I’d like a dog so much. So noble and loving, looking after the house when we’re not there and looking after us when we are. Yes we’ve had to train me on a few things but he’s smart and learns ever so quickly. He has a stomach made of iron, able to eating pretty much anything. Going through the bins or waiting to nab whatever we might have. You can take Chente off the streets but you can’t take the streets out of Chente. I’m biased, but he’s the best dog in the world.
I love chatting with Frida. She says an array of words which she natters into my ear. She’s a bird of paradise and just looking at her helps me relax. Makes happy just looking at her. A therapy for the eyes and the soul. She says hola whenever I see her. She sits on my shoulder. She preens my own feathers (my greying locks). Her colours not even an artist could have created. The greens, especially. She’s gorgeous.
When Frida or Vicente are not there, I write, read and/or listen to music. A beer or whiskey might be near. I’ve a fair bit of Famous Grouse left which my folks brought me. The music, well, everything. But there is a band that has apparently been around for a while. My good ol’ mate and wonderful new colleague Regina Ponce introduced me to them. They’re from the US but they deal in reggae/chill out/funk from different parts of the world. I feel I’ve been hiding under a stone. No idea how I’ve not heard of them before. Some of the songs remind me of reggae nights I attended in Moseley or Kings Heath back in Birmingham. Times gone by. Nostalgic. I’m getting through their back catalogue. They’re called Thievery Corporation.
One song I like in particular is Sweet Tides. It’s from the album Radio Retaliation which was released in 2008. The singer of the song is called LouLou. I’ve dedicated it to my wife. Listen to see why.
Here’s a link.
This, folks, is my recipe to relax.