The delivery guy (Andy) leaves the daily paper on top of the heater in the atrium downstairs. As a result it’s pleasantly warm by the time I get down to pick it up. This feels luxurious, somehow, this pre-warmed newspaper. Almost like that pre-warmed shaving … Read More →
Category Archives: At home
Breath of fresh air
Hello again, Sometimes our Ottawa winter starts off coy, like a flirt. These brief overtures — a breath of cold, some faint whiff of windchill — last only a moment before winter beats her hasty (but always temporary) retreat, only returning to stay for good … Read More →
Fear the Cat
Just look at those teeth! Well, Jemima’s been at the mice again, which — grisly results aside — has been appreciated since our live trap has proven more the former than the latter (ie. the mice were eating the “bait” and escaping). Her most recent … Read More →
Back on the Grid
Hello again, Well, November has come and gone, and with nary a sound from this corner of the ‘web… except that perhaps of gently falling snow. And that pleasant clatter of hail on a tin roof, and — hark! — the warm whine of tires … Read More →
Rabbit Update
So, the family of rabbits out back is thriving. I mentioned them a while ago, back when they were only a few weeks old. Well, now they’re a few weeks older. As you can see, they’re busy little creatures: It’s hard to get a clear … Read More →
Home Sweet Boler
So, the last couple of weeks I’ve been staying in the Boler. I figure that it’s the closest thing to living on a boat that I can get right now. Well, last time I spent a prolonged period of time in the thing, it was … Read More →
A Jawbone and Some Bunnies
Fred came across this little trinket in one of his drift samples the other day. It’s a muskrat jawbone, and (as you can see) it’s black. The discoloration’s a result of being stuck in the mud for a while. It’s certainly a capable-looking implement: In … Read More →
Oxford Mills
Is a little village by a bend of Kemptville creek. There’s not much there, really: the general store & post office, public school, and a fancy restaurant (the Brigadoon). Seems to me that the establishment is known as much for its tolerance of smoking as … Read More →
El Bolero
So I’ve been sleeping in a trailer. At night, you can hear the mosquitoes; they hum together, like locusts or lawnmowers. But the screens are good, and the bugs mostly stay outside. It’s a Boler, built around 1980. It looks like an egg, and rocks … Read More →
Living in a Caboose
I’ve written before about living in a bus, but why not try living in a caboose? This treasure came up on the local craigslist page the other day. Here’s a link to the ad, and I’ve included the picture — those postings tend to die off … Read More →