So I have this lotion that I only use when I’m in a bad funk. Its for my face. I love it to a degree that is almost sick.
They should hire me.
I love to wear it on my skins.
It gives me them special feelings.
But most importantly, I like to smell it real hard.
Right before we left for Africa, Cathy gave me a bottle of it. I didn’t use it until we moved into our horse patty in Noordhoek. And then I didn’t use it again until just a few months ago. I have specifically avoided purchasing it because its expensive, and I know how intensly I associate smells with memory. I didn’t want to wear it out.
But I broke down and bought a bottle of it, and now I bust it open on funkytown days. Its like Noorhoek is slapping me in the nostrils.
These are some of the pictures we took while we lived there.
It was so green and so ridiculously beautiful. I’d always hoped to visit a paradise but I never thought we’d live in one.
The light was a different color there.
And the rainbows were INSANE!!!
Almost as insane as our landlady…..
…who would text us if she saw our car was gone.
This was the most popular text…
Man I did a lot of walking there….
We didn’t have an internet connection while we lived there. It really was a horse village. Not of lot of high-tech anything. But we discovered a stump in the very front of the property and if you sat on it just right, you could piggy-back onto the neighbors wifi.
For those of you who followed my Africa blog, you know the log of which I speak.
The only problem was the roosters. Who knew they hung out in gangs? There were 9 of them and they all looked exactly alike and they never wandered from each other. And when they saw me sitting on the log, they’d all come trotting over in their aqua rooster-pants.
And….well, thats all I have to say.
Good night to you.