After Eight Moments…
Better late than never… Life finds a way… If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
Category: Montreal
Thank you life, for stupid… (3)
I never thought this would become a series… -Well, wrong again, girl! It just seems it has, without asking you! Now, what happened this time, you might wonder… And I’ll try to make a long story short. (Good luck, Cyra!) When I started blogging, Chéri couldn’t care less. He didn’t have any interest in me…… Continue reading Thank you life, for stupid… (3)
After Eight Moments…
I wish I had a witty quote about chains… But I don’t. Sorry. If you would like to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
After Eight Moments…
Ok, I admit… Slightly staged. If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
After Eight Moments…
On the ditherer side? He loves me, he loves me not… Here’s the perfect flower for you! If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
After Eight Moments…
Just caught my eye, while walking… V.I.P.? If you’d like to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
Are you ashamed of me?
That’s what I asked Chéri, this afternoon. It has been a beautiful day, here in Montréal. Sunny and warm… Ok, hot. Over 30 degrees – that’s really hot when you live in Freezingland! Chéri proposed that we walked to the grocery store instead of taking the car. Which is always a “yes” for me, because…… Continue reading Are you ashamed of me?
After Eight Moments…
“She cast her fragrance and her radiance over me. I ought never to have run away from her… I ought to have guessed all the affection that lay behind her poor little stratagems. Flowers are so inconsistent! But I was too young to know how to love her…” Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Le petit prince …… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
Slipper fight!
via Daily Prompt: Triumph As a dear friend of mine would say, “some people’s kids”. A strange fight has been going on between Chéri and I, and the downstair neighbours. For two weeks, now. Fourteen days… Yeah, two weeks ago, I came back home, and there was a red and blue knitted slipper on…… Continue reading Slipper fight!
I noticed you…
Funny how some memories fade almost straight after living the moment and how some never die. For some reason, bad events seem to stick more to the back of my mind. I am prompt to remember times when people hurt me, or times I hurt people when I didn’t mean to… And sometimes, a good…… Continue reading I noticed you…
Cyranny's Cove 