Blue Skies, Rabbit Pies

It’s a strange thing to post pictures so beautiful just as Big Blizzard #2 sets in. I took these yesterday, when I went out for a JOG. Me. Jogging. Yahhhging, if you will. Just out in the open! Like a G.D. jogger! It was both wild & also crazy. Jogging is hard, man. I went about a mile and then my jog turned into more of a saunter while listening to M.I.A and taking pictures of pretty things. I’m easing myself into fitness…….. …

Now it’s about 6:30 and I’m just rockin’ the evening away in a rocking chair in the kitchen like a country style gangster. Having a cup of tea, munchin’ on some blackburries. CB is over there boiling up some rabbits because he’s finally snapped and gone Glenn Close level psycho. Naw, he is just trying his hand at rabbit pie. CB’s nan Marie has been spoiling us with rabbit & partridge pies. I think she has made a couple of dozen since we moved here. They are amazing. AMAZING! Bunnies = delicious (Sorry Genie, if you’re reading this, Id never think of such a thing with Tofu!)


This was CB’s breakfast the other morning. Slices of slab bacon, eggs, an a piece of rabbit pie. Ready to take on the entire world after a breakfast like that. I had oatmeal. Because now I JOG, and eat oatmeal. Ugh. What have I become, my sweetest friends?


This is a picture of the ice melting over a little stream by the road. It looked like beer and there was a whole bunch of greeny plants under the surface. It was beautiful.


Yesterday while it was nice we took the opportunity to burn all of our paper garbage. I think we can recycle it, but this way involves 100% more fire so obviously this is the route we chose to take with our paper recycling needs. CB put me on Stick Duty. He feeds stuff to the fiery barrel, and I use a long stick to push anything back in that wants to fly out.


I immediately wandered off, abandoning my post as Fire Poker, and took pictures of these cool berries. They were sweet, mushy, cranberry like clusters of red on long stalks that were lain down under the snow. I have no idea what they are, and Google is no help, but Im not dead so I guess they are alright!


Oh! A little abandoned rosehip. Theres wild roses all over Cape Breton, and they seem especially prolific here in Gabarus. Whats not covered in moss and Angelica, is wild rose bushes. Its kinda nice, whatever. Romantic I guess.


Every so often my phone emails me and is like “Hey Kara, its me Google, I found a picture you took on your phone and I edited it for some reason!” it creeps me out every time because its only done it 3 times, seemingly at random. Anyway, this is Google “artistic” version of a picture of a blurry tree I took. Google must have gone to art school because it knows that making something black and white elevates it immediately to artsy fartsy status.

Anyway I better make some pie crusts or I’ll get in trouble. See ya later!




Fancy Drinks


When we were littler, and visiting my Nan and Bapa, we would be called to dinner by the sound of the dinner bell. It was small and brass and hung on the stairs and when we heard that bell we knew to stop burning the poor ants and come a-running! Usually the first bell meant for us to set the table while my Bapa made us fancy drinks. When we were small it was a glass of gingerale glowing pink with marachino cherry juice, a cherry on a small plastic sword, and sometimes an umbrella if we were being really fancy. As I got older, it started included a splash of wine maybe.. it was nice.


The ladies left a whole bunch of white wine from my Mac’n’Cheese party the other night so I thought meh, why not make myself a fancy drink. No cherry juice or plastic swords so it lacked in any kind of elegance. It was refreshing though!


CB made dinner of chicken baked in this awesome hot sauce & butter mix.. garlicy lentils, and my watermelon pickle rind salad. It was so nice. We have been eating like a bunch of Fats On A Rampage lately so it was nice to show our bodies what fibre is. And its awesome power of pooping! Bahh!



And then, too quickly, our days off together were over. It was time for a peppermint tea and a flip through my new book on French pastry while the smell of baking banana bread filled the house . Which is amazing by the way, I recommend it, its all the basics but sometimes its nice to brush on on the basics.

It was hard to sleep because our bedroom smelled of freshly baked banana bread. I dreamed about hugging my dog.

Snot Rag Ramble


Blllaaarghhh I feel like deeeaaath.

Its the middle of summer and somehow I have gotten a head cold. I am a snotty pile of mess.. or a messy pile of snot.. or both. Ive been laid up most of the day, only taking a break of my lifestyle of the pale and mucousy to have breakfast with CB. Which was nice, but when youre sick everything just tastes like your own mouth. Fried balogne and eggs is some of natures best medicine though. Ive been mostly reading– oh you know whats cool. I got up just now to find something of a soupish consistency to dribble into my mouth for sustenance and had to turn off my book! Isnt that cool! ITS LIKE THE FUTURE!

I have been having bad insomnia lately, which comes with a side effect of talking INCESSANTLY about nothing and everything and aliens and the moon and ghosts, alien moon ghosts, hopes and dreams, fears and memories… that sort of general prattle and keeping CB awake all night. So he bought me a kindle! YAY! At first I felt so guilty, because I hate spending money and besides I have a used copy of The Poisonwood Bible I have been mucking my way through for the last year that needs finishing. But, I discovered, its the greatest thing ever! BUT, ALSO, it keeps me up even later. Reading, under the covers.

You know what… books are awesome. I havent finished reading a book in about.. shit.. 8 years? Since I started working in kitchens, really. I never had time to pick up a book. And the what with living like a nomad lately books are a luxury items, heavy and not good for transcontinental shuffling. It has awoken my inner bookworm, who was once fierce and voracious, but has been laying dormant like a stupid lazy slug. Now I have to feed it all the time. What Im trying to say is.. B-Bot, im sorry I made fun of you for your “necessary” kindle purchase. Also, why didnt you buy me one for christmas, I could have read 6 times as many books by now, you bastard! Its possibly the greatest thing since the Sony Walkmen.

Anyway I have been reading most of the day. And I watched Fight Club– dont you judge me! Its a modern classic. I forgot how great watching Brad Pitt getting punched in the face is. So yeah.. reading and blowing my nose and eating cheetos. Realizing that I don’t know what all kinds of words mean any more and have hard proof now that I am indeed getting dumber with age.. yeah, DAY OFF!



I got a package in the mail today! It was PRESENTS! I love, getting mail, and I love, getting presents!

One day I will actually get home with enough time to actually call you to say thank you! The card made me laugh. I do like rum….

I always get these packages from CB’s mum and I dont think she actually wants me to open them because they are wrapped with an insane amount of packing tape. They are definitely waterproof, and as I found out this afternoon mostly Steak Knife proof! But I persevered and got it open. Inside there was 2 boxes of super yum tea. I drank a cup of the chocolate hazelnut one out of this poor lady’s head, in between bites of pork chop and sips of beer. Its nice!


I’ve been thinking about switching careers and writing young adult sci-fi fantasy novels. So, ya know panda’s right? They are super cute, and terrible at making more of themselves. So what if we started cloning them? Everyone would want a panda! We could genetically engineer tiny tea cup pandas! They would replace puppies! Only we would have to start growing bamboo all over the place to feed them. But bamboo grows 6 inches a minute or some crazy thing like that, so soon the earth would be shrouded in a thick bamboo forest, and the pandas would rule! We would be slaves to their bumbling panda butts! It would be the end of man kind, we would slowly start to die off because we are terrible at eating bamboo. Soon we would only be in zoos until one day… pandas discover cloning..


Do you see where Im going with this.. yeah. Science Fiction. Easy.

Weasel Foot



Good morning!


Hot cup of tea in a cold house on a november morning is nice. So steamy.


A weasel got into our garbage in the night. There was a weasel shaped hole in one side and right out the other. Looks like he favours pumpnickle bread and nibbling balogne bits off the strips of wax. Weird. It must be hard to be a tube of prey in the winter, leading all the baddies right to your burrow with your little footprints. I followed them. The bugger lives under the shed beside our trailer. I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE! The nice thing though is that we just left the bag out there another night and he came back and ate up all the mess he made!


I thought I was a super genius when I started using cleaned meat trays as palettes for my painting. This is why I never had before, and just forgot… turpentine + styrofoam = no more styrofoam.


Cookin some red cabbage. Makes the house smell like home. My mom reminded me that my Nan would stick cloves into a whole onion and place it in the middle of the cabbage while it cooked but I hate clove so NEH.


We went for an adventure for about 10 minutes until CB decided to poop on my party and want to go back inside. Apparently he didnt want to spend the last bit of my day off wandering aimlessly around in the freezing cold. Jeez.

I found a green leaf and ran to pick it up. But it was a plastic leaf, which is why it still managed to stay green. CB said I should keep it, take it in somewhere warm. But I thought it must be from the cemetery over the hill and its probably haunted by ghosts so.. I put it back in a bush and went home.





16 Bit Wolf Pack

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We had a really nice day yesterday. In the morning we got up with the sun to tidy the house for our landlord to come over and inspect. So we had to furiously scrub all the lipstick pentagrams off the walls and spray the curry stains with carpet stain spray. CB scooted out on his motorcycle to the mechanics for a going over and to grab us ALL of the breakfast. He came back with bags of pies and sausages stuffed with mashed potatoes. Glorious, GLORIOUS! The inspection went well. For some reason here whenever you are being nice and honest everyone thinks youre trying to pull one over on them.. maybe its just our accents, make us seem like devious foreigners.

And then we had the rest of the day to ourselves. So I made a pot of tea, set out two chocolate bars, took off our pants and CB set up a LAN connection so we could play Minecraft together! I hadnt done that since playing the first Diablo with my Cousin and his friend Ryan so we could kill the Butcher boss together cause it was too scary to do it alone and I kept screaming and unplugging the computer.

First off, I spawn underwater with a pack of wolves. Very disorientating. But then the wolves wont leave me alone. And there are so many of them. Like, dozens of wolves, like they are attracted to me from miles away. I thought it was wonderful and jumped around through fields of roses with my adoring pet wolves but CB was all annoyed and confused and telling me thats not supposed to happen. But I knew it was a video game miracle just for me. And I loved them. They werent exactly tame though, and if you hit them, which I did a LOT because I dont know how to operate the computer Ive had for 6 years, they ate me. Really fast. Without remorse. It was realistic.

So the novelty wore off after a while. Especially as they were a serious hindrance to doing what a wanted to do most in the game, which was ride around on CB’s elaborate rail systems! It was like an awesome roller coaster under mountains, through caverns up into the sky and town to town. But imagine trying to be on a roller coaster, with a pack of wolves. It just doesn’t work. CB was all like “ARGH I HATE THESE STUPID WOLVES” and proceeded to slaughter them all. And I was sad. And lonely. Until he gave me a really big sword! And golden armor! Until recently I was using a little  grey square that the game said was “wool” as a weapon, so this was a major step up for me.

And we adventured! Like mighty square warriors, oh we adventured! I had a rucksack full of potatoes, pork chops and bits of rotten zombie flesh leftover from our first blood pumping skirmish with ZOMBIES so we were good to go. Pretty much my only concern when having adventures is that I have picnic supplies at the ready. Oh, and my wolves came back! And CB killed them. And they came back again! And he killed them again, it went on like that.

We adventured far and wide! Well okay mostly CB just taught me how to operate doors and then followed me around when I fell down holes and into caverns. I fell into some MIGHTY caverns. But we made the most of it, and I did some quality mining. So in addition to some snacks I had a variety of ores and some nice gems! Everything was going well. I should mention at this point I have mastered moving forward while looking forward and CB is a hovering zombie faced pirate looking character with godlike powers. I fumble around like a retard getting distracted by sheep and gems while he lights the way with torches and kills bad guys for me. It was just like real life. And just like real life, I’m terrible at it and CB has to fix all my problems, ha ha ha ha

Anyway I can only play games for about 30 minutes until either my attention span runs out or I get a thundering headache from the amount of learning my brain is having to do to operate simple controls. In this case it was the latter, because the game is actually super fun. Its like Lego, only a 3D world, where I can kill things and have wolf buddies.

After that, we had a nice warm afternoon nap until it was time for dinner. We took the Abel family out for Indian food at one of our old haunts on Henderson Valley Road called Tandoori Flame. They brought a couple bottles of wine and I was the brave soul to loudly request 8 orders of naan bread without shame so we had a great old time. Yvonne is halfway through nursing school and Rosie is working at a dental office so we heard all kinds of amazingly gross stories! Blopd and guts and poop and a catheters and receding jaw bones, all the good stuff. Many fart jokes were told and we feasted on a mighty feast. It was a proper days end for a proper wolf mother warrior queen and her supernatural protector zombie butler.