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House Hunting

Last week, J. and I went south to shop for a new house. After a long day of driving, we backed our tent trailer into what could have been the worst car camping site we’ve ever occupied: zero shade, edging the trail to the beach, and monitored by two bored children on bikes who alternated […]

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Moving On

I just remembered it’s Thursday, my blog day. Sitting in our empty house, in the dining room where Griffy peed all over the floor when it was just plywood and studs and we’d gone away for a few weeks (our poor cat-sitters…). Mowat’s beside me, catching some zzzz’s, and J.’s gone to tow our boat […]

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Changes

Well, here we go: after four and a half years in the beautiful north, we are saying ‘see you later’ to The Pas. Last weekend, in the midst of packing boxes and preparations for our yard sale, J. got a call and, to make a long story short, early this week he was offered a […]

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Change in the Air

So, spring. Change in the air. Our backyard a sudden chaos of birdsong: the chattering boat-tailed grackles, the red-winged blackbirds shrieking as they puff out their red patches, the sweet chirping of the robins. Yesterday, I took Mowat for a run on a dyke further up Rahl’s Island and heard the frogs, happily chanting on […]

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Come Visit Like a Local

This August, J. and I returned home from our canoe trip to hear the bad news about The Pas. At the library, where I work part-time, the staff – two of whom have husbands who work at the mill – were reeling. In such a small town, when the main employer leaves, everyone is hurt. […]

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Fend for Yourself

“We need a … youth complex, a youth centre, somewhere for the kids to go and hangout and have some fun,” the hockey coach in Pimicikamak Cree Nation (Cross Lake) told CBC last week. “There are no arts, music, dance or self-defence programs, Harold Nachbaur said, leaving young people with nothing to do and nowhere to […]

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Dark Beauty

Last year, I worked for awhile with a guy who grew up in The Pas. We talked often about the danger of the place (not because of the people, but because of the sheer power of the surrounding wilderness). It was taking me awhile, I confessed, to get accustomed to the understanding that all around […]

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Being Boring

Last Tuesday, J. and I went to the Lido, the historic local theatre here in The Pas. Built in 1929, the place happens to be one of the few remaining atmospheric theatres, in which an “atmospheric design transported [the audience] to an exotic European courtyard or garden,” according to Wikipedia. In our case, we saw […]

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Homecoming

I’ve been back home for just over a week. So far, 2015 has been a bit of a whirlwind. You know this if you regularly read my blog, or follow me on Facebook, but I spent January and February at my mom’s place, helping ride the waves in the wake of my stepfather’s death, came […]

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Aurora Borealis

I haven’t been sleeping well. My head full of stuff that needs doing as I prepare for Calgary, and too many true-crime mini-documentaries watched on Netflix. Torturing myself with stories of random violence, not without reason, for this is a theme I’m exploring in my new book. Said book, however, is stalled, needing, I think, […]

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