Plastic Farm AnimalsCamille lives with her soul mate Bob in the back woods of central North Carolina where she hikes, gardens, cooks, and writes.
We returned from an idyllic 5 days on the beach via a series of humiliating airport security encounters to find a post election political shift. I’d like to hope this indicates an end to war, tyranny and greed. Meanwhile, the threat levels were high and airport security invasive. We took two flights down and two […]
Bob and I are headed to the airport for a short trip to the Baja Peninsula. Even though it is business-related, it feels like a vacation and we intend to take full advantage. No computer, no cell phone service, lots of sand and sea. Ahhhhhhh! We’ll be staying at Cabo Pulmo. If you don’t hear […]
It was while enjoying one of my many guilty pleasures that I first came across the word “bling.” “What do you suppose this means?” I asked Bob, pointing to the picture in the State Line Tack catalog. Bob rolled over onto his right shoulder and took a look. It was a pink tee shirt with […]
I rode Mackey, a six-year-old Appaloosa a few days ago and did pretty well considering how green he is. He is usually is very tense when I ride him away from the other horses by himself, but Chris came along on Mr. T and that helped a lot. Nevertheless, I was on pins and needles […]
The other day I went to a real doctor. Being as it was my first visit, the receptionist handed me a clipboard with paperwork to fill out. I took my seat by a sunny window and stared at the form. It was a waiver for a procedure involving the prostate. I immediately began to doubt […]