Just thinking…
Welcome everybody, but don’t expect anyone… Little thought for today.
Category: Me myself and I
Happy endings…
I haven’t published my “What do you dream of?” post the past two week, which doesn’t mean that I abandoned the project. I just thought it was a bit redundant, since we hadn’t won a dime in six weeks. But I still replay our ticket week, after week, after week. So, worry not! This…… Continue reading Happy endings…
Cyranny’s Jukebox…
I am a hopeless romantic. I’ve considered therapy, but I kind of like it too much to change. When I saw today’s Word of the Day, “Sensitivity”, the first thing that came to my mind was a song. Jann Arden is a Canadian singer I really like, and I think all fellow-romantics out there…… Continue reading Cyranny’s Jukebox…
Just thinking…
I hate this kind of evenings… My fingers itch, but I know I have to keep them from hitting the “send” button. I failed too many times before, surrendering to the aching late night feelings for connexion. I don’t feel bad, I don’t feel blue. The angel on my right shoulder is just asleep,…… Continue reading Just thinking…
Too late a letter…
Dear you, I spent the afternoon with this very dear friend of yours, I know you know who I mean. Before this week, I hadn’t met with her in twenty five years, but it felt like we had parted just yesterday. I didn’t know her that well back then. Not anywhere near as much…… Continue reading Too late a letter…
Out of Africa… (6)
Today was quite special. If you’ve been reading these “Out of Africa” posts, you know that I have lived in Guinea for five years, about thirty years ago. In the small town where I lived (Kamsar), there weren’t a whole lot of us, expat children. We were forced to learn how to get along together.…… Continue reading Out of Africa… (6)
Just thinking…
A broken heart is like a cracked windshield. Fix it, and you forget it almost instantly. Don’t, and it will stay there, in your face!
Out of Africa… (5)
If you live in North America, you know that life here, has become a race. Men, women and even the youngest children live in a perpetual rush. You wake up, rush to get ready, rush to get the kids to the kindergarden, or school, rush to get to work, rush to get the job…… Continue reading Out of Africa… (5)
Cyranny’s Jukebox…
As some of you might know already, every month I get to work the dreaded 5h00 am shift for a weekend. So this morning, I was up and getting ready for a new day of pure fun at 4h00! Yay! Normally, my jukebox posts are about just one tune, unless I have two songs about…… Continue reading Cyranny’s Jukebox…
Just thinking…
I just had a (very) short exchange with a charming gentleman, about Kurt Vonnegut. For some weird reason, this led me to thinking about Richard Brautigan. No link that I know of, besides the fact that both were wordsmiths. I don’t know much about Mr Brautigan’s life, and I decided to Wiki-search him out.…… Continue reading Just thinking…
Cyranny's Cove 