Blogging about Zebra poop..does it get any better than that?

I’m not crazy about the actual sound of the word...”blogging”. Sounds like something that happens to your colon when you don’t eat enough roughage.

Never really understood the blogging thing but I guess it’s basically a digital diary that you throw out there into the “internets” and whoever wants to read your insane ramblings can if they so choose to. So I will insanely ramble on about this day....

How many Americans can say they shoveled Zebra poop! I’ll wager not many. This is how my morning went. I asked Lizzie if there was something I could do to help around the place. She said maybe I could help straighten out the little garden outside their backdoor. “It’s got Zebra poop in it” she said, like I would scream with the delight of a 4 year old boy being told he was going to go get some ice cream. “Really?” Kinda cool and different right? I took a look and it was overrun with weeds and there were a couple of thorn bushes I needed to dig out.....and....I saw the poop but was not dismayed by the piles of round and quite large excrement balls. They seemed to be in nice organized layers so I thought..no prob.

Weird already is the fact it is their fall season but today is more like a summer day...hot and breezy and actually quite beautiful. So I put on some shorts and long sleeve shirt...grab my Nano for some tuneage and find some shovels, rakes, and bags. Here we go..gonna help out my African friends with a little gardening. First thing I notice on closer inspection...hey wait..there is a lot more poop out here than I thought. In fact the closer I look I see the poop is so intermingled with all the plants, bushes, and grass that a rake....ain’t gonna do it! I suddenly see my plight..I am going to have to pull some of this stuff out by hand. Because you see... it looks like what they did was come into the garden to feed, then when it was time to unload, it seemed as though they turned around...butt facing into the epicenter if you will of said garden and began to machine gun their poop balls at an amazing and alarming rate and quantity might I add into the smallest of crevices and places so small that would seem impossible for poop to be...and yet there it existed.

So I spent the next 2 1/2 hours bagging the culprits because in Africa nothing is wasted and the bagged poop would be used elsewhere...even though some of it looked older than Africa!

The rest of the day I tried to write some music but even though this place is remote it certainly is not quiet! I set up my port-o-studio on the table on the front porch feeling good about coming up with some beats. Kinda hard to feel that street thing when you got....goats bleating, pigs grunting (and smelling), weird birds making all kinds of noises, Zebras running around wanting to eat, dogs running around wanting to play, the office phone ringing and ringing, Lizzie’s Blackberry making so many noises I don’t know what they mean, the workers coming in and out having LOUD conversations with Lizzie and so on and so on...I mean it’s a place of business and “binezz” is going on y’all! No fault of theirs...but not an environment for writing music. I should record the goat bleating...it is so eerily human sounding..it’s unnerving!

So anyway...that’s my Facebook Tweeter version of “having a blackberry croisant with a Latte” post :) Hope this brought a smile....more later....Love all of you in the extreme....