Hhhhhammock.

You have to say that like it's a voiceless pharyngeal fricative, o.k.?


What!?

What do you mean 'we didn't take phonetics in University'? What kind of readers do I have here?!

Yeesh.

Ok. "Hhhhh.... Hhhh" like the "h" is getting squeezed in your throat, ya?

"HHHHhhhhammock"

Excellent!

Last year for his birthday/father'sday/idon'trememberwhich, the Captain got a Hhhammock! Yay!

It's been sitting in a box in the bunky ever since. Boo.

Last weekend, he hauled it out of storage and decided it was high time to hang it up. We have nothing we can use to string up a Hhammock at the cottage, except a Hhammock. And trees. So the captain grabbed some flimsy nylon rope, wound it around the trunks of two cedar trees perched at the top of a steep embankment down to the water, and strung up the Hhammock. Did I mention the rocks? There are lots of big jaggedy rocks on the embankment, too.

"What!?" says the captain, pointing down the rock-strewn slope, "that tree at the bottom would stop my fall."

It turns out the rope wasn't quite high enough (my fault - Miss Calculation, 2011) so if he sat in it the wrong way, his butt would drag on the ground. And if he wiggled too much, he'd pitch over the side and tumble down the embankment.

But he spent a good long while reading away in the Hhhammmmmmock. I think he was happy. Or, possibly he was just afraid to move.

I think the final Hhhammocckck hanging solution is going to involve digging a couple of post holes and sinking some 4x4 boards into concrete.

For now, the Captain is content.