The streets were shining, low lingering clouds reflected the city lights and I kept stepping into puddles.
)arrow Everything considered, time doesn’t flow much faster in Beloeil, QC, than in it did in Little Cayman, KY. This moon is rising over Mont St-Hilaire, right across the Richelieu river… R.A.S. (N.T.R.) Similar posts: A quick reminder Cats and people in a few acres of snow One morning in the woods Back on the…Details
“Mon pays, ce n’est pas un pays, c’est le printemps…” It’s here. Spring is at our door. Quebec is emerging from under its heavy snowy blanket and liking what it sees. Soon, flowers will bloom and the sun will allow for great paragliding. Now that’s what really matters! ;-) I haven’t done much in terms…Details
"If there is a TOURIST SEASON, how come we can’t SHOOT them?"
[With a wink to all my tourist friends, and keeping in mind that I will soon be one too…] ;-)
The time has come. Boxes have been shipped ahead. The Lighthouse Condo #1, once home, sits by the sea, empty and lifeless. Everything has been sold or given away. A few people are still arguing about who gets my silly U.N. helmet. I have retracted into my shell, a protective bubble that insulates me from…Details
)arrow M. was stopped on the road near the snorkeling area of Preston Bay by a waving, frantic F. "The sea poisoned me!" he yelled, "The sea poisoned me!" One of his feet was already swelling to unbelievable proportions so M. rushed him to the clinic. It turns out F. had been stung by a sting…Details