By Jim Hagarty
Those of you who are regular readers of Lifetime Sentences, and it seems there are about a hundred of you a day now, will know that I was out of commission for the past few days, the first time I have not posted anything on my blog since I started it in April.
As I explained in a note on Saturday, my family and I were on vacation deep in the woods of Northern Canada, and I had no WIFI access. Then how did I post the note explaining that, you wonder. Well I drove a half hour into town on Saturday morning and used my phone to relay the message. After that, it was back to the lakeside camp to await my doom.
We had been invited to the camp, as we are every year, by a community of bears who range the properties in the vicinity looking for humans to munch on. So far, they have not been successful on snacking on any of us but I am sure it is only a matter of time. Last year they brought along a garage-sized bullmoose with them to help with the job and this year, for fun, at least one wolf whose tracks were spotted.
So there we sit, like flies that have landed on a swatter, waiting to be smacked to smithereens. Now and then, the bears play peekaboo with us, just to keep us interested.
It is said that what we fear, we attract. None of the other ten or twelve humans who camp there with us is worried about these bears. Only me. Which, in some weird cosmic way, make me attractive to them. Only a few people in the world know exactly how they are going to die. I have no doubt about my end. When it comes, I will be staring into the oversized, dog-like face of some kind of bear. Which kind won’t matter. It will have been sent by the gods and the gods will be pleased.
