I like it when the breaking news of the day are news that aren’t such big news… To me, it means that nothing awefully threathening is going on in the world. No “I’ll blow your country to smithereens!” tweet out overnight, no tropical storm hitting the coast or major earthquake followed by a tsunami. Today,…… Continue reading White moose anyone?
Yesterday, my parents came to town for a family day of fun! Summer, in Montréal can be a little tricky… We have bad car traffic to start with, but during the summer months, it gets worse for many reasons. The city takes advantage of the nice weather to make most of the construction work, blocking…… Continue reading If you came to Montréal… (10)
Ok… I have a feeling I am going to lose the respect of some very talented and intelligent people who thought I was someone somewhat intellectual, and capable of writing serious stuff…. But I am a Mini Wheat, and today is frosted side time! (no… no that kind of “frosted”… *sigh*) Now… This morning, Kelley…… Continue reading Picture Battle… This one’s turning into a War!
It has been a while, but my memories are still crystal clear…. So, here’s a new chapter of my first trip to Denmark! https://cyrannyblog.wordpress.com/2017/06/22/day-12-odense-day-1/ Lots of new pictures, and a little more about my traveling around Vikingland 🙂 I hope you’ll enjoy!
We’ve been having quite a lot of rain lately… And rain always makes these little guys come out. In our neighbourhood, they are legion, and I like them, because they don’t tend to runaway when I stalk them like a paparazzi!
It is hot here, in Montréal today. Not “dang! You’re hawt in that mini-skirt, gal!” hot… More like “I think I’ll sip on a cup of boiling water to refresh myself, hot. Proof (not that you’d doubt me, now, would you??) Outside, we are expecting a good 30 degrees today (sensation of 40). Inside the…… Continue reading Hot hot hot…
I’ve had three persian cats so far… Poupine, whom I rescued from a three cats house, where she was bullied by the other two furballs. I didn’t get to pick her name, because she was already grown up when we decided to be roommates. Cissy. I got her as a kitten, but she was soon…… Continue reading Look mum! I iz a tiger!
She went through the album slowly, letting the tip of her fingers go from one picture to the next, as if she could make a braille reading of their past together. The first time we met… She murmured as she stared at his ever disarming smile. She didn’t believe in love at first sight…… Continue reading Memories
The tiny kind… Just above lefty, to the dead dandelion’s left..
Fifty Four shades of Whites and Greens… Taking a short walk around the block, to get myself the necessary to cook dinner, I took those four pictures. I only noticed the obvious theme once back home. If you’d like to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
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