A Few Scary Things

As a sixty-something adults, things like falling out of a hammock are scary. And today, I faced my fears and I think I won that hammock battle. Here's the story: I bought a chair hammock for two reasons: So I could sit up while I read and so it didn't take up as much room on my deck. However, there is always a however. However, the chair that came with it wasn't that comfy and it cut into the back of my legs. So I ordered a chair only to go on the stand which I love. When I went to sit in it the first time, I didn't realize it wasn't as high as the old one and I fell right on my ass on the deck. Determined to make this work, I tried a different setting on my stand, I tried hooking it through and under. But finally this morning, I was able to bundle the hangin strings and tie the hook through the bundle and wala! I have finally gotten my ass up off the ground and the chair is sits at a perfect hieight. It swings, it's comfy as a seat, it's comfy if I want to stretch my legs out, and best of all it has a phone and book holder!!! Time to relax on the deck in my new chair. Oh not so fast. Just as I was swinging in my new chair, the wind picked up, and I heard a crack in the tall trees abovie. I hopped out of that chair seat so fast and ran inside expecting a tree to come crashing down. It didn't but it got to scary to stay out on the deck. This is the kind of wind you expect in western Kansas. Where a week ago, while babysitting my 2 yo granddaughter, the wind was whipping around the large tree near her windwo seat and I asked her to get down. She told me, "Daddy said yes." I know but Grandma is scared of the wind and I am afriad the tree is going to bust through the window and hurt you. She got down and together we watched that old tree swaying in the wind. The first the next morning, a much calmer day, she ran to the window and said, "Look, Grandma, it's not scary." Lol! I said, "No it's not windy anymore. You can get up and look out your window." At my age, I feel less afraid of dying, we all know it's coming one day or another, but I am afraid of a tree falling on me. Slipping off a cliff, sliding over an embankment, actually anything that is not dying but being mangled to the point of a prolonged, non-death, pain and suffering episode.