Life as a Hermit – Day 7

I miss Chet. Even a staring, expressionless punching bag is better than being utterly alone. Well, maybe not. At least I have my dog. I spent the morning cutting and sanding one of the larch stumps that came out of the cabin footprint when I built it. It sat outside over the winter but has driedContinue reading “Life as a Hermit – Day 7”

Life as a Hermit – Day 6

Chet is getting a little irritating. Even my dog has started to find him creepy, and I have had Chet around for awhile. He just sits there and stares. Chet, that is. My dog is actually animated, as though by a brain. It’s like Chet’s eyes follow me as I walk around the room. ButContinue reading “Life as a Hermit – Day 6”

Life as a Hermit – Day 5

Today is quiet. Too quiet. I wonder if I should head into town today. It is sunny but cool as spring days can be. I could check on the bees or work on the henhouse but I feel more like going to sit at a coffee shop and letting the idle chatter of other humansContinue reading “Life as a Hermit – Day 5”

Life as a Hermit – Day 4

It’s raining today. I have a lot of things I can do inside. It’s weird. I actually feel more like going out and playing in the rain than I would if I were still in the city.  It is so pretty, and I love the sound of the rain on the roof. Maybe I’ll hikeContinue reading “Life as a Hermit – Day 4”

Life as a Hermit – Day 3

  I suppose it is misleading to suggest that I have no human contact. Chet is here with me. But he is not much of a conversationalist. He mostly keeps to himself on the couch or in the corner near the kitchen table. I suppose he may be better cut out for this kind ofContinue reading “Life as a Hermit – Day 3”

Life as a hermit – Day 1

Well, here I am. My dream is finally a reality. I have a cozy, warm home surrounded by my possessions that bring me the most joy. I am miles from any other human. Just me and my dog. I can do whatever I want all day long. I woke up this morning to the sunContinue reading “Life as a hermit – Day 1”

Goodbye, Missoula

Ch-paa-qn Peak Sunset Missoula, Montana ©Mark Mesenko Romancing Hard Drinking with Hugo and Hemingway “There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” –    Ernest Hemingway “You could love here, not the lovely goat in plexiglass nor the elk shot in the middle of a joke, but honestContinue reading “Goodbye, Missoula”

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