Sitting alone on my favorite couch, a woolen scarf wrapped around my neck to fight autumn’s friskiness, I am thinking about my younger years… I had a very nice childhood. I could go about and tell my favorite memories of it, and maybe I will someday, but it is not the point of this…… Continue reading I am so lucky…
Whut mom? Bedz? Whut bedz? Yeah, exactly. Why buy cussions, cat trees and other cat stuff full price when miss Furball can just knock down the DVDs off her favorite shelf and make herself “comfortable” next to my steel chandelier? Dang right! Now go away… You got yur picture, leave me alone! ZzZzzzzz ZzzZZzzz zzZZzzz….…… Continue reading Whut’s bedz?
Not long ago, I wrote about a homeless man I met during Montréal’s Film Festival… John To be very honest, I almost deleted my post just before hitting the “publish” key. I was afraid the story would give the idea that I was bragging about being nice to the homeless. It wasn’t my intention, I…… Continue reading Dear John Doe’s daughter…
“Awesome”… I wouldn’t stretch it that far, but I am flawsome and fine with it. I have many flaws… So many of them. But above all, I am intense, which pushes me to do the greatest things and makes me annoying all the same. Not everybody can put up with it, and it is…… Continue reading Flawsome…
Even if medias are far less excited about it now, the Olympic festival is not over in Rio… The Paralympics are still going on, and that means the occasional report from Chéri regarding fun facts that have happened. Last Sunday, the 1500 meters race in the visually impaired category, took place. And surprisingly, the…… Continue reading Run Forrest, run…
I met a mind reader once… He’s still trying to recover from the burnout!
I like this one… I am not naive (ok, yes I am, but not blindly) I know I have my ups and downs, and there’s nothing I can do about that. But what I can work on, is to spring back . Today I do feel like I am the storm. And it is a great…… Continue reading Be the storm…
I think it was Patrick, but it is quite blurry in my mind. Maybe you wanted to vanish so much, you took your name along with you, to make sure not to leave any trace behind… I had met you online. On mIRC, for those who remember. You were seventeen. I have no idea…… Continue reading Forgive me, for having forgotten your name…
I don’t like thinking “what if…?” and not trying… When I hit my first hundredth readers (well, not “hit” them, more like “reached” that point, I really am not an agressive person, don’t worry) I remember thinking about the big 150, and quite frankly, it seemed totally out of reach. I kept doing my…… Continue reading Inspiration race…
Yes, you, now 150 lovely readers… THANK YOU! You and your colorful flags dancing in the breeze outside the Cove! You and your smily faces that come by every now and then! You and your good words, and your support! We’re a pretty neat bunch of fellows aren’t we? And I enjoy myself around…… Continue reading Hey my lovelies!!
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