. A couple of weeks back, I mentionned a man that walks up my street every Monday, around 7PM. Every week, he pushes a shopping cart around the neighbourhood. A cart filled with garbage bags, and I guessed that he was checking the surounding parks’ trash cans for empty bottles he could get a refund…… Continue reading Win-win…
. How could INot absolutely love a rainy day?When the sun’s gone,The snailsCome out to play…. . . If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired; Close up on a baby snail, with white millet seeds, to show you how tiny he is, hehehe.
. Tonight, Montreal’s Pride Week is coming to an end. Having many members of the community among my loved ones, I just wanted to mention it. Unfortunately, in 2021, even in a seemingly LGBTQ-friendly city like Montréal, there still is a need to change some mentalities. My wish to you all, out there, is…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
. Yes, it is Wednesday again. Some would say already, but I like to kid myself into thinking that you Lovelies are thinking at long last!! It is this time of the week, when I spy on my (alleged) serial killer neighbours’ garbage. And boy oh boy, do I have a scoop for you tonight! If you’ve…… Continue reading War is on!
. I am currently enjoying a ten days much needed vacation. I had booked this week back in March, thinking ”we’re nowhere close to a time when we’ll even consider traverling outside the country, so why not take a couple of days during summer, just for the heck of it?” And with work having been…… Continue reading Two (green) thumbs up!
I promise I am not a creepy person… I am no sociopath that intensively spies on her neighbours with bad intentions. But when you’ve been trapped in your second floor apartment for fifteen months, and you have neighbours like mine, you just end up looking like one. What can I say? Entertainment is entertainment, and…… Continue reading Hey! It’s just Tuesday!
Did you think I’d skip two weeks in a row? Two weeks of what exactly, you might wonder? Of spying on my alleged serial killer neighbours, of course! Taking out the trash was (one of) my job(s) for years. Chéri’s and my schedules used to always make sure that I was the only one free…… Continue reading From the other side…
Remember the twins? I wish I could, for just fifteen minutes straight. My sterling twins are incredibly cute, but as previously mentionned, they are loud. Oh man, do they tweet from the top of their tiny, yet ultra powerful lungs! And they love my balcony with a passion. It doesn’t have anything to do with…… Continue reading And then there were four…
For a year now, Chéri and I have been feeding the neighbourhood’s birds. The word (or should I say the tweet?) has spread around like a bad covid variant, and we’ve had way more kinds of birds then we would have even hoped. Sparrows, cardinals, blue jays, tits, woodpeckers and many more that I haven’t…… Continue reading Meet the twins!
Though apparently, nobody worried the least bit. I could be dismembered and rotting in a black plastic bag by now. After openly spying on my across the street neighbours and their appalling amount of trash on the sidewalk, for a month. For all you know, these words could be my murderer’s. How could they access…… Continue reading I’m still alive…
Cyranny's Cove 