Kim Smerek
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Holidays
In December, the weather held out. No big storms. A light dusting of snowfall, gone the next day. I love it here. I am a warm weather person, born in a cold weather country. As one so chronically cold, I'm looking forward to the hot flashes of menopause. Bring on the heat!
By Kim Smerek4 years ago in Confessions
The Beauty of Solitude
Books were unpacked, shelves were put together, and my worktables were assembled in the dining room. The living room was set up. The kitchen, I left. The camping gear I'd brought with me in the car would do for now, as far as dishes and pots went.
By Kim Smerek4 years ago in Humans
Friends and Neighbours
In the morning, I called Bobbi. As my real estate agent, she knew a thing or two about my house and as my neighbour, she had a husband who knew how to fix things. Ira came over, and I took him down to the basement to show him the water pump. He said it looked like a good pump and it was quite new, so he tried to prime it, but no luck, it just kept running and still no water. He talked to me as he worked, and I only understood half of what he said. He was the first of my Nova Scotian neighbours I'd met. Bobbi, his wife, my realtor, was from Tennessee, so she had that great Southern drawl. Ira spoke in true Cape Island speak. He suggested we go out to check the well. I nodded and smiled as I processed the words I heard, into words I know. We went outside to the little house that is the well. Lifting off the roof, we peered over the edge.
By Kim Smerek4 years ago in Fiction
Moving Days
I bought a house! I finally have a place to permanently call home. It's a big enough house that I could open a Bed and Breakfast and make an income to supplement my art. It is rural enough that I can feel “away from it all” and have chickens and a big garden. It is close to phenomenally beautiful beaches and wildlife. What a dream come true!
By Kim Smerek4 years ago in Humans
Home
Anyone who knows me at all knows that I have moved numerous times in my life. Not just from apartment to apartment, or house to house, or even from town to town, though I have done all of those. I tend toward the big moves; province to province, across the country, to another country all together.
By Kim Smerek4 years ago in Humans
And We All Fall Down
River told herself she would just have to do without. There hadn't been gasoline for five weeks now. Which meant no generator. No power at all. She walked through the woods, thankful the weather was still nice enough to be outside for most of the day. Most of the deadfall in her area had already been taken out. All that was left were smaller twigs and some dry ground cover. It wasn't nearly enough to make it through the night, forget the rest of their lives.
By Kim Smerek5 years ago in Fiction
