. This year, Mr Frost apparently forgot us. I thought about renaming Freezingland, because the temperature kept flirting with 0 Celcius, without dropping much under it. We had a snowless Christmas, and then a snowless New Year’s Eve. And then people started complaining… ”We want snow” they said! ”This is Freezingland for Chr*st’s sake! Give…… Continue reading Snow lack, Murphy’s laws and the like..
. Here in Freezingland, ”cold” is not good enough a reason not to party. But I must confess, when my good friend G invited me to go to Montréal en lumière, I hesitated. I was warm and comfortable at home, and not really in the mood to leave my cozy cocoon. ”No thanks, I need…… Continue reading Bons baisers de Montréal…
. As mentionned in my post Before, the past 10 days have been rather snowy here in Montréal. I have a feeling that Mother Nature lost her snow-switch, and if I’m right, we should all die, burried under the white stuff within two or three weeks. In small towns, companies just plow the snow from the…… Continue reading This is how we do it…
. Welcome to Freezingland! . . . If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired; Street sight of Montréal, after a 24 hours snowfall .
. That’s the beauty of Freezingland… One evening, you can go out on the balcony wearing a simple t-shirt, and the next morning, you need your blizzard apparel to go to work. There’s no in-between. Winter is a very ”in your face” season. You can find a funny video depicting it, here. Nonetheless, the first…… Continue reading Don’t blink!
. I’ve often complained about Freezingland’s winters. In all honesty, I’m just being whiny about it, because quite frankly most of us are used to the cold. We don’t enjoy it, but we can stand it. And here’s the proof. Chéri and I were just going to the shopping mall to get a few things…… Continue reading If you ever doubted…
. I see a raging Ocean, Breaking waves, Turmoil In the making… I see an oddly Burning kraken, Its eight arms Fighting, like an army… I see Water, fire and wind. The elements dancing Cheek to cheek, unexpectedly… Isn’t it strange, Though, that I can see so much Looking out a window Covered with ice,…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
. White wind whipping, Sub-zero sea… Shaking my boat And I no longer Can see, Through the Wedding-like veil covering the city. My cheeks are Tingling and My fingertips icy… But such is The reality of My home land. All I can say Is Welcome to Freezingland! . . . If you want to know…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
. Tonight, I had to go to the convenience store. Nothing to get excited about, I’ll give you that. But the weather-lady had been saying how comfortable the temperature was outside all day, and I had to admit, a little walk around the neighbourhood to get some fresh air was tempting. Us Freezinglanders get used…… Continue reading Little walk…
. Not everyday, but it just seemed like a good title. The past couple of days, it’s been snowing in Freezingland. Not anything near a snowstorm, but enough to know that it was time to grab the shovel, and take care of business. Well, I say that, but Chéri did offer me to stay in,…… Continue reading Everyday I’m shoveling….
Cyranny's Cove 