Apart, yet together… You sit on my lap, fiction meeting with reality, making me unexplainably nervous… I shake a bit, it is silly. Words at a loss for words, not like the usual me. Trying to find the witty thing to say, ending out silent and staring. Dang! Language flipping, trying my best to follow…… Continue reading Home alone…
Once upon a time, I was an ambulance dispatcher. Not the kind of job people think of when they get tired of their old one, or kicked out the door because the economy has forced the company to do cut backs. I lived in Québec City back then, and I was a teleconferencing agent at…… Continue reading The ambulance catcher…
I got some visit from Denmark today. If you’ve been following me the least bit, you know that is big. If you have not… It is big! Yesterday I had had a call from Denmark… Not from a Dane per say, but that didn’t make any difference. Denmark called and I answered. And we had a…… Continue reading Surprise, surprise…
You did. It is not like me to let you, not anymore at least. You had your good years, but I had to calm you down. You silly me with the silly plans of taking over the world and having fun and such silly agendas. We are older now… I am, no matter what you…… Continue reading You won…
You know me… Always “à l’affût de” every International Day, to keep you informed. Today is International Day of Opening an Umbrella Indoors. I was a bit reluctant to participate, since there is a superstition, here in Québec at least, saying that opening an umbrella in your house will bring you bad luck. I am…… Continue reading International Day of the Day…
Last day of working for this week… Det sidste! At last. I put my coat and my boots on, gathered my purse and my lunch bag and got ready to head for the office. Just another day, wasn’t it? Just the usual “métro-boulot-dodo”, minus the subway that is of no use for me… I stepped…… Continue reading Smiley story…
Yeah, dear Denmark… You know I’ve grown fond of you over the last few years. I’ve never been the type to hide my emotions well, and you never seemed to refuse my sometimes aggressive affection. (Except that time at the customs, but Fantasyland push backs don’t really count) I wonder if it is because you…… Continue reading Kære Danmark…
« My brother gave me syphilis! » I love saying that phrase out loud. In crowds. The more people around me, and the nosier their ears are (nosy ears, that’s funny), the better. I love the looks and frowns it provokes. I love the barely hidden disgust on people’s faces at the thought of such open incest…… Continue reading My brother gave me syphilis…
Once I was 6 years old… I was the bubbliest little girl. I had long dark brown hair almost down to my knees, and wide hazel eyes open to the world. I started going to school, loved every minute with my teachers, devoured knowledge, was curious about anything and everything. I followed my parents, moving…… Continue reading Once I was 6 years old…
Looking out the window, febrile as a child. I have an envelope on its way from Denmark, and that is always exciting. Like yesterday and the day before, I wait in the living room until I hear the mailman’s vehicule getting parked in front of my apartment for our street’s daily delivery. It seems he…… Continue reading Waiting for the mailman…
Cyranny's Cove 