Plastic Farm AnimalsCamille lives with her soul mate Bob in the back woods of central North Carolina where she hikes, gardens, cooks, and writes.
Jeremy’s goat, Nwansane died in his arms last night. After dinner, I heard a goat crying out in pain or fear. A couple, three times. So I grabbed a flashlight and went outside where I found Jeremy sitting on the top of the third set of stairs with Nwansane on his lap. She had suffered […]
In God’s Way – the sequel One week after our traffic accident on November 7, we were summoned to the police station to close the case involving one big orange truck without brakes and Eric’s unfortunate Twister. Immediately after the accident, the truck owner’s father called upon Eric at his home and pleaded with him […]
We had a heavy rain storm late yesterday afternoon which led to a bit of an adventure. As soon as the storm was over, Bob went out and conducted a bird count finding it to be one chick shy of a full flock. Bob searched for the seventh chicken without success. A little later I […]
This morning I received my first bliss moment when Bob pointed out that investigations into the construction of the fated Ahimota Melcom were already being called for. He had come across an article exposing the building contractor as a “night builder” in which the President of the Ghana Institution of Architects, Osei Agyemang was demanding […]
All things come to those who wait. In this case we were waiting in traffic when an explosion pitched us forward. No warning. No screeching of brakes. Only a sudden impact from a truck coming up behind us, plowing into Eric’s taxi and knocking us silly. Wednesday is the day we replenish our drinking water […]