The Smith Brothers or My Brother and My Husband Unrelated Plus Hammock Incident

On Saturday night

My brother (left) and my husband (right)

sat across from me at dinner

at Amicis' Italian restaurant.

The food was delicious!

I took a photo of them

and

on Sunday morning I drew them from that photo.

When people see me with my brother they sometimes think he's my husband; even family members sometimes call them by the other's name! One is taller (DH), but still there is a remarkable resemblance due I think to the beards and mustaches, hair color and dour expressions.  There is no blood relation there! (except my brother and me, he's my real brother. I was NOT adopted like he is often telling me I was!)

Actually they were smiling more in the photo, but they came out looking rather dour! Several drawing oops' here too. My brother is not punching himself in the jaw...his elbow is supposed to be resting on the table top. Oops! My husband does not have pink eye. I was trying for some blush color but missed. Oh, and they both have blue eyes which I neglected to paint in. Oh well...none of us is perfect.

 I couldn't stand it...I added a line under my brothers elbow so now he is resting. Hated leaving him hanging suspended in air...

However, speaking of being suspended in air:

Maybe you can read this journal page and maybe you can't.
The story goes thus: I wanted to lay in my hammock but it was in full sun. So I dragged it to a corner where there was some shade. HOWEVER, I neglected to make sure I had pushed the long white steel bar on the far right side into the bottom bar that connects to the bar on the left. See red X at joint point circled in lower right corner of picture.

What happened next happened fast and furiously. I got into the hammock with my book per usual.
But because I had not secured the pieces together firmly enough they came apart and I went flying to the ground, but not before my head hit hard on the steel wheel barrow under a lot of ivy next to the hammock; my shins both received a hard whack from the wooden bars which hold the ropes in place; and my back tail bone landed on the steel bar across the ground under the hammock.

And that my friends was my restful Sunday!

I laid there stunned for a few minutes...I knew my husband had gone to the store...the dog next door barked behind his fence. No one came to my rescue. I felt around for possible broken bones, blood
(g-d forbid)...but except for some fast appearing purple bruises on my shins and an ache in my lower back and a bump? on my head I decided I was probably okay. I went in the house and read in my recliner (safer) and later went back out and fixed the hammock. Got to get back up on the horse. I did.

I am sharing this a day late with

Sunday Sketchers

!