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Isobel Cunningham has published short fiction and poetry. Her book, Northern Compass is available on Amazon. She was born in Wales but Montreal is her adopted home. She speaks French, Modern Greek ( it’s a fun story) and a little Spanish…oh, English too, of course. She welcomes comments on her blog and looks forward to chatting with you over cyber-space.

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  • The St . Patrick’s Day Parade

    The Montreal st Patrick’s Day parade is the oldest in North America. Oh well, they’re Celtic cousins after all Apparently this was a “ thing” in Mexico for indigenous people to mock the conquering Spanish The bands, the dancers, a quiet Ukrainian group, pub floats and one for Bain Magique, fire engines, police cars, dignitaries…

  • And just like that

    It was impossible to walk through the park near my home recently so I forgot about whomever was living in the tent. I often wondered who this person was. Often it was obvious that he or she was sleeping somewhere else. The snow was deep and untouched. But sometimes, too the entrance would be cleared…

  • The First Vote

    I have not written much lately. We had crazy snowstorms but I have become aware that a lot of my posts talk about the weather. Yes, it’s a Canadian thing and writing about nature in Canada means ….writing about the weather. The other things that have been preoccupying me are the dizzying statements and denials…

  • A career? Not even a job!

    Up on the fourth floor of the building next to me. There are gusts of 60 km per hour right now and a temperature of -15 so my weather page says it “ feels like” -23. I am in awe of this man The snow isn’t even that deep up there. Buddy is just throwing…

  • Between Blizzards

    We’ve had a lot of snow and more is to come tonight. People are cross because their cars are stuck in the snowbank, in garages, in parking lots. I don’t have a car and so the only think I have to worry about is walking around on poorly cleared sidewalks or marching down the middle…

  • The depth of winter

    Not a bird to be seen! On my way to the Metro as I walk gingerly over packed snow and ice, it’s marvellous to see the clear sky. It’s what my mother would call “ a real Québec winter” with plenty of cold, a decent few snowfalls and the stream under the little bridge. I’ve…

  • Aaaand we’re off!

    and matches! This afternoon we had our first power cut of the season. Not to be out last I’m sure. Just as I was settling into an interesting podcast…. Stygian darkness! Yes I have flashlights but, they didn’t turn on and yes, I had batteries but…. some, it seems, are duds. which allowed me to…

  • My new best friend

  • Another wonderful museum in Ottawa

    Canadian, eh? This was actually my second choice of museums to visit but as I am making it a rule to walk at least one way, this one got the thumbs up today. What used to be called the Museum of Civilization but now has a new name is over a bridge in Hull, Quebec.…

  • It’s been a long time

    I haven’t posted for a while. Things always got a little crazy over the holidays. On the spur of the moment I decided to take on a cat-sitting gig for the period between Christmas and New Years.it is turning out to be a great success. I arrived on Boxing Day evening by train. The train…