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Pounding nails

8 August 2009 | Category: Stories | Author: Clare

Based on the cabin experiences this week, I think I like pounding nails as much as chopping wood.

Both using an axe and building are probably rooted in such primal needs that they are accompanied by a deep sense of satisfaction ...[Read More]

Scary insects and animals

6 August 2009 | Category: Stories | Author: Clare

Everything that collects dirt (with the exception of the puppy) lives outside the trailer; that includes my footwear. Climbing into my boots one morning both Breagha and I jumped back in disgust when the most heinous spider charged out. ...[Read More]

Winter reading

4 August 2009 | Category: Stories | Author: Clare

Despite the unease that I may not be prepared, I do look forward to the winter and though I love the long nights of summer, there is an attraction to the short days to come. It will be a great opportunity to lie in a heap and do some reading; actually learn about some of the things that are a part of life now, as opposed to just observing them. ...[Read More]

Solitude

28 July 2009 | Category: Stories | Author: Clare

Definitely being out here is an exercise in being self-sufficient, and solitude is an inalienable characteristic of that. For the most part I enjoy it.

Breagha’s communication needs are minimal and easily met, and though I chat away to her as we wander through our day, it is of course mostly puppy garble.

I think there is an element of loneliness to being out here so much by yourself with no folk around, television or the corner store; chipping away at the project. I think I would re-define loneliness now as being hungry for real conversation. ...[Read More]

Wildlife

28 July 2009 | Category: Stories | Author: Clare

On our walk this morning we were both bought up short by something crashing through the bush.

That kind of thrashing around is normally followed by a bear, and whether Breagha now understands that or just registers the tone of my voice, I am not sure; either way she was instantly remarkably well behaved, and trotted back to where I was to stand guard, peeking round from behind my legs. Brave puppy! ...[Read More]