Tales from the Bush in Quebec

Standing on the side gallery of my house - the sky just before an afternoon thunderstorm. Morpheus has forsaken me again, sticking around only 3 to 4 hours per night, then sneaking back at the worst moments during the day. If he was my husband, I’d give him a taste of the rolling pin. But he isn’t,... Sign in to see full entry.

I hear people lamenting the departure of summer, and I remember how my brother and I looked forward to autumn and the winter. In spite of warm weather, swimming, biking and games of ball, spring and summer meant extra chores to be done. Besides the milking and regular feeding of the animals there... Sign in to see full entry.

On Saturday I went to town to do some errands, leaving Helen and her son at the house to complete laying the wood floor in Helen’s rooms upstairs. I arrived home to learn that, once again, the police had paid a visit to our corner. It seems that Bob was on the rampage. He was dragging his dogs... Sign in to see full entry.

In spite of living in the most controversial province of my country, I’m not into politics. I believe that the majority of people working in that field are there for their own benefit; their own pockets and power. Even those who enter the political arena with the noblest of intentions seem to end up... Sign in to see full entry.

Billy woke to a blistering headache. His mouth was stone dry. It was a bad hangover this time. Not daring to risk the light, he burrowed his face down while he searched his memory for what had happened before he passed out. His thoughts skittered all over; nothing came up. Except that he had vomited... Sign in to see full entry.

She lay flat on her belly, her ear tight against the grating where the stove pipe came through her bedroom. The policeman was asking everyone questions. It was Billy’s turn. Billy had brought her home, and the policeman seemed very interested in that. He questioned Billy over and over, and now a new... Sign in to see full entry.

Hmmm – yes, well okay. This will be a post about nothing much. I’ve found a way to avoid becoming very grouchy each morning when I am just out of bed, not yet had my first coffee, and the doggies are bouncing around demanding their walks because they have to...well, you know...go!! Before Bob and... Sign in to see full entry.

She knew this bush by heart, had learned to move through it silently when playing cowboys and Indians. She told herself that’s what she was. An Indian. Escaping. Going to warn her tribe. Indians are brave. The pretence is what kept her from shrieking when the MAN hurt her. It kept her from bawling... Sign in to see full entry.

The neighbor’s dogs are still there – and Bob is again walking past the houses, mine included, that have animals which will, of course, bark wildly. Early Friday morning I had just come back upstairs from tying Smooch in front of my garage door when Grump, who fortunately was on the gallery, went... Sign in to see full entry.

The sun was setting when he came out of the shack to have a smoke. He was worried. Not that someone would find her; none of his girls had been found. He was worried because he wanted to keep her, and the feeling was new to him. Confusing. She was different. Her fear was there when he did her. He did... Sign in to see full entry.