skeletal remainz

this is what i see while walking alone in the wilderness 

two days ago, on my walk in the sand pit, i saw a skeleton. a fresh, meat just cleaned off the bones, straight up skeleton.
this afternoon i had to yank a piece of fresh bloody flesh about the size of two of my palms from out of my dogs throat.
it's wild up here.
wild.

P.O.D.

due to the lack of radio...i am being thrust violently into the 21st century.
i have begun using pod casts. i am new to this. but i am figuring it out.
it's cool. talk radio will keep me alive, and interested.
today is my first day.
and i am loving it.

also,
i think i have a job at w's.
and i don't know how i feel about it.

the meat balls were....

delicious. 
i may never eat beef again.
only moose.
moose balls, moose sausage, moose steak, moose burgers.
moose.
moose.
moose.

i am currently making moose meat balls for dinner.
i'll let ya'll know how they are

it continues.

w offers me a full time job via our neighbor doug.

based solely on the impression i gave at our brief, yet apparently good impression making, meeting the other day at the supermarket.

i dont know what to do.

i say no, i'm the snob from the big city who is too good to work at the local grocery store.

i say yes, i work at a grocery store.

i say no, i have no money, nothing to do, and know no one.

i say yes, i work at a grocery store.

never before have i been in a position where a grocery store was a tempting opportunity....and still horrifically depressing at the same time.



 

it begins

so get this.

yesterday.
we go to w's to buy groceries. he knows we aren't from around town and asks us if "we're just passin' through?" i

say we're new in town.

("w" is the name of the store and the owner.)

he asks us what we do. i say terry is a paramedic. i say i am looking for work.
he asks me what kind of work.
i say i'm looking for work at the daycare.

today.
w, who is an ex paramedic, phones the base to inform terry that indeed they are still hiring at the daycare if i wanted to drop by.

that's a good small town for ya ;)

tings no longer in my life.

side walks. weeez walk on the road biatch!
radio stations. no cbc. the one radio station erry canadian thought they had the privilege of listening to does not broadcast this far north. only one station, and on sundays it's religious talk.
garbage seperation. thas right folks, it all goes in one bag.
anonymity. people know i am new in town, and they have questions.
restaurant choice. the 105. pappies. thas it.
shopping. no where, nothing, not a shop in site. (well really i haven't looked that hard)
unfriendly neighbours. erryone smiles and waves. iz nice.

my shameless attempt to fit in

the audio stages one goes through before reaching insanity on a road trip.

CCR.

Local Radio

deafening silence. for hours, and hours.

armin.

out of body experience.
followed closely by deliriousness.


and that my friends is how you fill fourteen hours of a day

people do not say "saw"
they only say "seen"

period.

it's happened.

i woke up this morning to walk the dog, and it was snowing.