. A couple of weeks back, our bath’s faucet handle got broken. That was an adventure in itself, but I’ll skip the inquiry as to whose fault it was, and the good three hours it took for Chéri to find a replacement handle. That didn’t fit our faucet. End of story, I superglued the part…… Continue reading Well, that was fun!
. Where are the nuts, Lady?!? . . . If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired; Bob the squirrel, waiting for us to fill the bird feeders, with fall’s brightest yellows in the background.
. He laughs his last laugh, The ghost of Halloween Past… Between squirrels’ bites. . . . If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired; Close up on a couple of carved pumpkins in a staircase. The two background ones eaten in parts by the…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
I have a YouTube account, but I don’t by any means consider myself a Youtuber. At all. For one thing, I don’t my face to be all over The Internets. Not interested the least bit, and I highly doubt anyone would follow such a silly Youtube channel anyway. But I do use my account to…… Continue reading Do YouTube?
Some of you might remember the good ol’ days, when the Bobs and I lived in peace… For God’s sake, Bob… I generously fed you!! Well these days are over. Today, after the end of my shift, I was looking forward to visiting our balcony garden. Our tomato plants had a couple…… Continue reading Dang Bobs!!
This spring, we started feeding birds to have a little more company around the apartment. Many of them accepted the invitation… To the point that we have to fill the feeder twice a day to please our feathery friends. Our front balcony has really become the neighbourhood’s party place! But my favorites, (don’t tell…… Continue reading Squirrel me this, squirrel me that…
Her life was made of a rosary of little rituals. Meaningless rituals she made up as she went. Sometimes he wondered if she half-lived in a parallel dimension. Because of that, most people called her odd, but he prefered thinking that she was unique and excentric. She sat on the park bench, barefooted and…… Continue reading Just like a fairy…
No, this is not a twist tongue. This morning I was hoping to sleep late, but someone decided that it wouldn’t happen. Meet Bob. Bob is a squirrel that lives in the trees behind my home. He enjoys spending time on our balcony, and is not the least bit afraid of me.…… Continue reading Crazy screaming squirrel…
Cyranny's Cove 