And on Monday, I quit my job.
But wait until you hear what we did do on Monday. For a long time we've had our eye on something, and finally decided to pull the trigger (or press the 'buy now' button) on the item this week after the last loan was paid off.
The item? A hammock. I know, so fancy.
I had dreams of lying out in the yard on a warm afternoon with a book and a glass of iced tea and eating a tomato picked right off the vine, still warm from the sun, swinging away in my hammock.
We've actually discussed the hammock purchase since last summer, and at first we thought maybe we would put two concrete posts in the yard to hang the hammock from, since we don't have any conveniently spaced trees. I can't tell you how many evenings Matt and I wandered around the backyard while he said, "So, where do you want me to put you? I could you put you over there by the raspberry bushes so you can get some sun. Or if you want part shade I'll put you over by the bird feeder." I don't know why but that always cracked me up.
Anyway, the following morning I still riding high on the loan payoff and decided to treat myself to a celebratory Starbucks like I was a Rockefeller or something. While I was in line, Matt texted me that the hammock had been delivered.
I was working from home, so I my iced cinnamon almondmilk macchiato and I drove home excitedly to see the hammock. But, it wasn't there. A search of the tracking number showed that it had been delivered and placed under the mailbox, but the only thing I could see under the mailbox was a hydrangea that I'm hoping will come back to life this year with a little hope and a lot of Miracle Gro.
I ended up calling the good old United States Postal Service, only to feel like I was about to incur more student debt because you practically need a Ph.D. to figure out how to speak to an actual person.
Finally, I just kept yelling "AGENT! AGENT! AGENT!" to all of the voice prompts until I got a human. The woman I spoke with said, "Hmm. I hope this is all just a big mistake. But you should know that sometimes the postal carrier marks the item delivered before it is actually delivered."
Well, that makes complete sense.
She gave me an incident number and told me to call back in three days if the hammock hadn't shown up, so that was 43 minutes well spent.
Lo and behold, around 3:00, the hammock arrived.
I hoped for the best and summoned all my herculean strength and took that bad boy out to the yard and put it together. I only got about 90% finished because I could not get the rope to stretch to the other side.
Matt stretched it when he got home, and I set to work tying on the cushion and pillow.
And then the tie for the pillow came right off.
HAMMOCKS ARE SO RELAXING.
Finally we got it all set up and I went for an inaugural swing. Despite the rocky start, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship.