No fanfare, no drama, Sara went to bed, the only logical, self-preserving thing to do.
When we ran out of bananas, we ran out of bushbabies.
We do a lot of activities together, but sleep is not one of them.
Honored and humbled I felt like I’d traveled a lifetime in a single day. I witnessed the wonder of birth, the unexpected serenity of death, and a surprise celebration.
I arrived at the Windhoek Airport looking my best. As Dennis pushed the wheelchair toward me I gasped.
Seeking insight and wisdom, I knew I had to first deal with those pesky emotions.
My hands were more purple than white, and my relationship with Drip had gone from bad to worse.
The seriousness of the situation was upon Dennis far sooner than me. I didn’t feel like I was dying, but I was not the best person to consult in that regard.
The bumpy road that carried us to and from the camp had not changed, but something had awakened in me, where the road ended at Rhino Camp.
I looked behind. As quickly as I had left an imprint the sand swallowed the evidence.
“We’re comin’ in hot!”
My fleshy house is worthy of better care than I’ve historically provided.