carnage in the streets

I know I talk about wolves alot. Okay, I know it.

It's just that I can't get over them.

Last week while preparing to slumber, I heard them. Howling at the moon. We opened our doors and they were close. Blood curdlingly close.
In the middle of town, last week maybe the night after we heard them howling, wolves took down a deer in someones back yard. Just imagine looking out your window and seeing a pack of wolves killing a deer. After much commotion the wolves were scared away, the police were called, and the woman whose backyard this happened in was allowed to keep the deer for meat because she had a Status Card. So they dragged the deer around to the front of the house and cut it up. Her neighbor woke up to a front lawn covered in blood. This happened.
Two nights ago, wolves killed a dog in a backyard across the street from our house. Mind you this is a second hand story heard from emergency works called to a known drug addicts house in the middle of the night, but still believable because of recent events.
Yesterday morning when a coworkers husband was leaving for work he saw a pack of wolves one street over.

This is real.

This is where I live.

I have yet to see a wolf.

But now I'm scared to.

I'm back.

After a much needed hiatus, I am back.

 Well actually I only went on hiatus because I don't have much to write about.
It continues to be snowy, it continues to be cold, and the wild life continues to knock on my doorstep.
It is the long weekend.
We ventured out to Winnipeg for a few days, where I was compelled to spend as much money as possible on as many things as I possibly could. Only because these things aren't available to me on a regular basis.  I'm not what you would call a "mall shopper" but upon entering the warm glow of urban sprawl I crave the indoor shopping experience that only a mall can bring. So warm, so full, so visually stimulating I have to take a nap in the afternoon to recover from my overwhelming morning.
I bought clothes I will never really be able to wear up here without looking like the city slicker I am. But when i try to blend in, people tell me I look like a tourist. I can never win. Although I do find people ask me for my opinion more, and they actually consider my answers to be credible. But anyone who knows me knows I make half of my facts up, they are just considered true because I'm an outsider. It's weird.
anyways I just bought an amazing pair of black suede wedges that wont be worn until I return to.... anywhere with side walks and more then one restaurant/bar that is only open on the condition that people are actually present will do fine. I'll take anything I can get at this point.
Oh and I'm sick of winter.
This season is long. Very long, with no end in near sight. I'll be lucky if in April there isn't snow on the ground.
Seriously.
People are talking about blizzards in June.
I'll cry if that happens.

the vermin of the north.

In the city where I was born and raised, it is not uncommon to have your picnic surrounded by pigeons, or your garbage ripped through by raccoons, or to spot the occasional rat whilst out on the town in the evening.
But here, in this northern oasis you are more likely to see crows looming on telephone wires, or deer meandering through the streets, or foxes gliding silently over the fresh snow.