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Nasty Emails and Pleasant Families

Posted on December 21, 2014 by Barry Pomeroy

I went out of the bush today at 2pm, having spent the morning letting the fire go out and packing what I needed. Crossing the stream was easier than I thought, with the garbage bags wrapped around my feet and … Continue reading →

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Getting Wet in the Winter

Posted on December 20, 2014 by Barry Pomeroy

You wouldn’t think that a shower in the icy cold greenhouse would be that nice, but I thought again today how it was at least as pleasant as other showers I have had in the UK, for instance, where the … Continue reading →

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The Changes in a Person

Posted on December 19, 2014 by Barry Pomeroy

The night is very still. Outside the sky is clear for the first time since I arrived nearly, and the stars are brilliant and plenteous. My water supply is still largely due to the rain and snow that came off … Continue reading →

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A Stormy Day with the Mad Trapper

Posted on December 18, 2014 by Barry Pomeroy

The storm the radio had been threatening me with came last night. It began yesterday afternoon, but when I woke this morning there was at least seven inches of snow on the ground, which means travel is slightly more difficult. … Continue reading →

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The Palimpsest that is Our Lives

Posted on December 17, 2014 by Barry Pomeroy

I was listening to the radio today before I got out of bed and it was one of those days of poor reception. I was tuned to CBC in the foreground of the transmission, while in the background, for all … Continue reading →

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Settling into the Cabin

Posted on December 15, 2014 by Barry Pomeroy

Today seemed to breeze past. I woke four or five times in the night to put wood on the fire; the last time was likely around seven or eight in the morning when I built up the fire, went back … Continue reading →

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Writing and Editing in the Woods

Posted on December 14, 2014 by Barry Pomeroy

I must be getting used to waking at night to feed the fire, for it is automatic enough now that I cannot count the next day how many times I rose in the night. Last night I had a fire … Continue reading →

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Ramming Reluctant Words

Posted on November 2, 2014 by Barry Pomeroy

Learning to do more than just ram otherwise reluctant words together is a long and difficult procedure. That is why, generally, I am a fan of blog writing. So much of it is arduously un-self-reflexively narcissistic, but it does more … Continue reading →

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Inviting the Public into your Bedroom

Posted on October 30, 2014 by Barry Pomeroy

I kept two journals when I was younger and told myself that one was boring, although I have no confirmation of that, and the other I said was interesting, although that has never been confirmed either. To write in a … Continue reading →

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