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| What an amazing vibe to experience. I LOVE THIS CITY! TAKEN: SEPTEMBER 6th, 2025 |
Wednesday, September 10, 2025
TIFF-RIFFIC!
Saturday, August 30, 2025
SHOCKINGLY, UNEXPECTED
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| BIG Grandma hugs at Christmas Brunch TAKEN: DECEMBER 25th, 2022 |
Saturday, August 9, 2025
PEELING AWAY THE LAYERS
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| My sister soaking up the sun! TAKEN: AUGUST 4th, 2025 |
Just like last year, I had an
extended long weekend but had to work through the week. She didn’t seem to
mind. She read four books and tethered to my hotspot to enjoy her electronic breaks; all
and all we had a very good visit.
I am always reflective when I think of her. When our kids were small, we spent a lot of time together. But as my business and ultimately my career took off, distance grew between us. Though she was only an hour away, she could have lived in Europe. If I am being truthful, I will always have regrets for those lost years.
I don’t know about you, but for
decades I haven’t been especially close with any of my siblings. I took the
individual journey to nurse both my parents to their death before I turned forty,
and none of them were anywhere to be found.
Then there is the relationship I
have with my sis. She made the choice to become estranged in November 2013. I
was devastated.
Once we reconciled, in November
2023, it took me a full a year to fully understand what happened during
that time. You see, she reminds me of an onion. I had to peel away the layers of that decade very carefully.
And, just like when I would peel layers off a real onion, sometimes I would weep. Her struggles were very real.
All I can say is thankfully all of those tears belong to the past.
Today, we generally celebrate with tears of laughter, which are usually produced via us endlessly picking on my husband!
#yagottalaughaboutit
Monday, April 28, 2025
X IS FOR X-TRAODINARY
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| A coincidental dinner party... Created a memory of a lifetime. TAKEN: APRIL 7th, 2025 Palm Beach, Aruba |
Before we landed in Aruba, we knew we wanted to eat at a specific steak house. Trouble was, there were only two seats in an evening, and they didn’t take reservations; you had to line up outside.
So, on our second night there we decided to roll the dice and see if we could get in.
We landed in line about forty five minutes before the doors opened and we instantly began chatting up two young ladies in line.
As they came out of take names and numbers of people dining, we asked the two if they would like to have dinner with us, as a table of four had a better chance at getting in than two tables of two. They cheerfully agreed.
As always, my travel buddy hubby was as comical as ever. He kept them laughing the entire time. When one of his jokes crossed the line, I call him by his name and said “that was far enough.”
The young girl (in the photo above) instantly turned white and asked if his first name was really what I had called him. When we said yes, her eyes filled with tears, and she began to cry. What she shared next had our jaws drop.
Earlier that day she had spread her husband’s ashes on Palm Beach (he had died of brain cancer), and he and my hubby shared the same first name. She was overcome with emotion, as were we once she'd shared.
In a nutshell, I believe we were meant to have dinner with those two, on that day. And though we never did get their names…. We will remember that evening together for the rest of our lives.
Truly X-traodinary!
Thursday, April 17, 2025
O IS FOR ORANJESTAD
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| Driving past the Malecon boardwalk in downtown Oranjestad, Aruba. TAKEN: APRIL 13th, 2025 |
During my recent visit to Aruba, I travelled through their capital of Oranjestad four times. In all expereinces, the downtown traffic was horrendous.
That said, as the lightbulb for the letter 'O' went off in my head, I was on a coach bus headed to the airport to fly home. This was the only photo I snapped.
Our week away was so jampacked that working on the challenge took a back seat. As I planned to catch up on my writing on the plane, as I traveled to the airport I began to go through my up coming words in my head.
This one, specifically, has always been a challenge, and usually signifies when the onset of writers block sets in. How I couldn't have thought of this word in advance makes me scratch my head. perhaps a simple single of how my overthinking begins.
Anyway, this bustling harbour city feels a tad over developed. When traveling east to west, if feels like you're grains of sand going through an hourglass. Two lane traffic where tens of thousand get off cruise ships to browse luxury retailers, and traffic slowly creeps through the city center.
Don't get me wrong, we had an amazing time, but won't be returning. Not because of the expense, or traffic in Oranjestad - but because of the airport.
It was the most painful I have ever had to navigate... and believe me, I have navigated a few!
Wednesday, April 16, 2025
N IS FOR NEIGHBOURS
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| Our lovely neighbour texting me a snowy photo of our home. TAKEN: November 23, 2022 |
When we were first married, we married in June and my father offered for us to live rent free in his town home for two years to save money.
We moved in the following month, then he decided to move in with us in November; we bought our first home the following month.
Though we bought the house across the street, we lived in the most amazing neighbourhood. I could visit with my Dad daily, and the kids were constantly in and out of his home. As a matter a fact, every single door was open and welcoming - as was our to them.
They say it takes a village to raise a child but in our case, our Toronto Street neighbourhood helped raise our three.
Funny how a single word sparks so many memories.
We moved from that home in 2002 and to this day... I still miss it.
Tuesday, April 15, 2025
M IS FOR MEANINGFUL
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| My meaningful tradition. TAKEN: APRIL 2025 Palm Beach, Aruba |
As I celebrated my 29th birthday (for the 31st time) I would have been remiss, if I didn't pack one of my treasured glasses, so that on my day, I could celebrate and have a drink with my Dad.
For those new to reading, I have been collecting the Petro-Canada vintage Olympic glasses (as shown above) for the better part of twenty years. I have travelled about a radius of approximately 180 miles, and searched every thrift store, garage sale, and online buy and sell site to collect more than 220 of them.
When I was staging my photo shoot in the beach, I could spy people watching me. As I returned to our palapa, I had one lady ask me, 'are you going to drink that?'
Ï simply laughed and explained that whenever or where ever I travel, I pack one of these beauties in bubble wrap, so that my Dad travels with me in spirit. Suffice it to say, I think he would have loved absolutely everything about Aruba.
Now, I know there are some folks out there that may think the glass collecting obsession is silly, but it doesn't faze me.
Instead, if I could offer one vantage point of logic to their negativity it's that what they don’t know is, in the very minute I hold one of these new to me special treasures in my hand, I'm in a wonderful moment with my Dad.
Today, on the beach, I could hear his laughter as he rattled the ice cubes in his glass, signifying it was empty and that he was ready for a refill.
Keeping his memory alive is very meaningful to me... and there's nothing even remotely silly about that.
Wednesday, December 11, 2024
DECEMBER 11th, 2009
In preparing for another possible 40cms of snow, I have spent my home office breaks clearing the overhanging white stuff with our roof rake. In the twenty plus years we have owned our home, we’ve never had to shovel our roof.
If we get the next dumping of snow they are predicting, I am going to have to hire someone to do it. With my travel
buddy hubby having balance issues, it will be the first chore we haven’t been able
to do ourselves; yet another reminder that getting old really sucks!
Nonetheless, while I was eating
my lunch and checking my socials, I clicked to take a look at my online memories. You know, where Facebook shows you something you posted on this date, and how many years
ago it was.
Well, today I was reminded that it was eleven
years ago today that I had lunch with one of my closest clients, sharing my intent to quit my job at MWDC.
Thirteen years ago, today I posted, "Leadership is about influence and impact, not title and accolades." (Something I still truly believe.)
And, that fifteen years
ago today Bracebridge was under a State of Emergency.
I really like checking out my memories. It gives me a chance to download pictures I may have lost thanks to the many 'blue screens of death' I have experienced. I can recall two desktops and a laptop that I never fully recovered from.
Today's memories helped me recover about a dozen pics from varying years. Now safely stored on an external hard drive, that I also back up.
The photos I am sharing today were taken with my Blackberry - no clue which version.
Not only do the photos bring back great memories, like when the kids still living at home, when the house had green trims, and that we really DID shovel before old Bessie.... It shows me just how far digital photography from a phone has progressed.
Stay safe and warm everyone. Winter is here to stay!!
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| Taking a break from shoveling in the whiteout TAKEN: DECEMBER 11th, 2009 |
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| Before we got rid of the trees TAKEN: DECEMBER 11th, 2009 |
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| Goob in a cape and shorts! TAKEN: DECEMBER 11th, 2009 |
Friday, November 15, 2024
SILENT DANCE PARTY
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| We felt like teens sneaking out the window after Mom went to bed! TAKEN: NOVEMBER 13th (pm) & 14th (am), 2024 |
Wednesday, October 16, 2024
A TABLE FOR TEN
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| As I finished cleaning up, I realized that I never took a single photo. (You can spy my shadow taking this one in the glass.) TAKEN: OCTOBER 12th, 2024 |
This past weekend, my travel buddy hubby and I hosted Thanksgiving dinner. Not a real news breaking headline, except for the fact that it had been the first time we’d hosted since 2008.
Part of the reason was for the last number of years we’ve always been away traveling. (When you only get a certain number of vacation days a year, the long weekends become your friend.) The other's that my father in law absolutely loves to host and cook for a house full.
The planning started about three weeks ago when I asked my sister how she would be celebrating. When she said she wouldn't be, I asked if she wanted me to come get her for the weekend. When she said yes, everything else just sort of fell into place.
Usually a table of more that twenty at Christmas, had us setting for an expected table for twelve; which ended up as a last minute table for ten.
Of course, I had to get twinkle lights and stock up on tea lights. Fresh fall flowers were also on my 'must have' list, as well as some very sexy fall table scatter. I don't know about you, but I absolutely love a nicely decorated table.
The best Thanksgiving decoration of all? The fun, comedic banter, and great family energy we always share when we break bread!
That, and whom was sitting around our table this year, is what I am most thankful for.
Their unconditional support during this very trying time means the world to us.
Monday, August 19, 2024
CHEERS FROM ANDY GIRL
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| My smiling sister embracing cottage life whilst enjoying a drink with our dad. TAKEN: AUGUST 9th, |
She would call me to regularly check in. She was the only one I felt comfortable talking to about the gravity of the situation at hand. Everyone else was kept at a distance. During that time she was unconditionally supportive, and always started our calls with the same four words... "How are you doing?"
Completely unprepared for the emotions swirling at what the many doctors were telling me, she kept me calm. She made me laugh. She helped me focus on the day to day, not on the possibility of what may ultimately transpire.
I don't know if anyone reading this can appreciate just how fragile one's mental health can be during such trying times, but I can confirm that the last few months have tested mine to its limit.
Even now, in a conscious effort to self preserve, I no longer want to be around people. I don't want to discuss what has happened and the journey we are on, as my eyes immediately fill with tears.
It is like I am transitioning from a full blown extrovert, to a comfortable introvert, hanging out in the bathtub with a blanket over my head; sipping a warm bowl of gravy from a ladle.
That said, my sister visiting offered me a sense of calm and a true feeling of comfort better than any gravy ladle ever could.
No pressure, zero bullshit. I worked upstairs in my office at the cottage, and she kept herself busy with whatever leftover internet bandwidth I didn't utilize.
I loved hearing the sound of her voice telling the dogs that she was 'NOT going to throw the football in the lake again', probably because it saved me the energy of saying it; about a hundred times a day.
When I dropped her off at home after our nine days together, we gave each other a big hug. As I headed to the door she hollered, "..love ya." To which I responded with "I love you too."
Then, I immediately said, "see you back at the cottage sooner than later." Her last visit was around the spring of 2008.
Which in my opinion, is solid statistical proof, why 4 out of 5 full blown homebody's never come to visit me.
My sister being the one, that was simply pushed over the edge by a heat wave and the cottage country aromatic allure, of three wet dogs...trying to share her bed!
#yagottalaughaboutit
Monday, August 5, 2024
WHIRLIGIG WONDERS
As you’ve read here many times before, music is a big part of who I am. Numbers and analysis may be how I earn a living, but everything music is how I spend the majority of my spare time.
To be clear, it’s not because I can sing; because I can’t.
My point is that I gravitate to the melodies produced (via radio, turntable, and watching live) by those that can. From the time I wake, until I wind down for bed, all genres of music surround me.
Anyway, imagine my surprise when wandering our cottage property my husband came across a 45 rpm record insert. I picked it up, snapped a pic as my tween and teen years came rushing back to me.
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| This little fella has been waiting almost 25 years for me to find him. TAKEN: AUGUST 6th, 2024 |
We have owned this property for more than two decades. And though I have an extensive vinyl collection at home, we have never broached the idea of spinning a turntable here.
Therefore, this little beauty has been surviving the seasons for us to find, for almost a quarter century.
That said, if I am being truthful, as I pondered writing about something so silly, I couldn't resist.
As I held this gem up, I could see the 45rpm records stacked and ready to play, my hairbrush in grip, with my bedroom mirror pumped on standby to capture my performance.
And trust me. When I was in high school, a whirligig similar to the one my husband found played a large part on those memorable bedroom lip sync concerts.
Here's an idea. How be you cue Sheena Easton and drop the needle on Morning Train. (click to listen) ... and I'll run and grab my hair brush!!
#yagottalaughaboutit
Sunday, July 7, 2024
THROW AWAY THE KEY!
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| Image copyright belongs to @CAN_Femicide (Canadian Femicide Observatory for Justice & Accountability) |
This is the second time I have posted here about femicide hitting close personally, and for the second time, I wish I had named my electronic journal...
"I Am NEVER Gonna Laugh About It!!"
In this second instance, I have been writing about Ashley here for the last year and a half. Readers and friends know just how much I have struggled with the shocking and brutal murder of my former coworker.
Well, on June 21st, 2024, her accused plead guilty and will be sentenced (after victim impact statements are heard) September 24th, 2024.
Since the moment the murderer entered a guilty plea, I have read and listened to every possible account of what unfurled in the courtroom the day he admitted to his violent crime. The article I am sharing below, is by far, what I feel provides the most detail and insight into the final day of her life.
My biggest fear, is that by waiving his right to a pre-trail, and taking the plea bargain to a lesser charge, he will be out sooner than later. That said, that shit scumbag doesn't deserve any space in my mind that is easily devoted to her.
Because, let's face it, if there is one thing my beloved friend truly deserves, it is to rest in peace and forever sleep easy.
On a very personal note. I will always pray for her young children, as they are sadly living victims, that will never forget the very last night of their deceased mother's life.
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Firefighter admits to murdering wife in Collingwood home then staging elaborate, clumsy coverup outside one of Ontario's wealthiest private ski clubs.
BARRIE A Brampton firefighter who masterminded his wife’s murder and attempted to conceal it by staging a fiery car crash in Ontario’s ski country left behind a trail of evidence for police to unravel.
Soon after he strangled Ashley Schwalm, 40, to death early last year in their Collingwood home — which they shared with their two young children — James Schwalm sent a series of texts to himself from her phone.
It was an attempt to convince police that she was still alive. In one, he asked her to fill up gas cans for a snowblower.
But she was already dead.
On Thursday, Schwalm, 40, pleaded not guilty to first-degree murder but guilty to second-degree murder, admitting in a Barrie courtroom that he killed his wife in their two-storey, three-bedroom home, dressed her in hiking clothes, put her lifeless body in the passenger seat of her Mitsubishi Outlander and drove to Alpine Ski Club on Arrowhead Road.
Schwalm had borrowed his mother’s car and “pre-positioned it” at the Craigleith Ski Club North Lodge parking lot to use as a getaway vehicle after staging the crash nearby.
Sometime before 6 a.m. on Jan. 26, 2023, he set the car on fire, then went home to enact his alibi.
“Ok I’m going to zip out I think the kids will be fine their sleeping,” he wrote in one text to himself from Ashley’s phone.
“Eww I left the gas cans in my car and it smells,” he wrote in another, again pretending to be her.
And later: “Oh, I have vertigo. I’m going to rush home.”
Soon, he walked their two young children to school, telling them their mother was out on a hike.
In the days leading up to her death, Schwalm Googled “alomony” — misspelling “alimony” — and the questions, “can you see iophone history after deleted,” and “does a road flare completely burn,” and “throw road flare into fire.” He also asked a doctor at a social gathering if it was possible to kill someone by snapping their neck, suggesting he was trying to settle a debate with co-workers about the reality of Steven Segal movies.
Police soon found other clues.
There was a $1 million life insurance policy naming James Schwalm as the sole beneficiary in the event of his wife’s death, along with a $250,000 policy with the couple’s children as beneficiaries. Investigators also learned the couple’s 10-year marriage was also the rocks.
On Thursday, the excruciating details of Ashley Schwalm’s murder were revealed for the first time in an agreed statement of facts.
James Schwalm poured gasoline throughout the interior and then drove the vehicle off the edge of the embankment and then, after opening the driver’s side window, lit the vehicle on fire using a lighter bearing his own initials, Crown Attorney Lynne Saunders said reading from the agreed facts in a courtroom filled with the couple’s family and friends.
Two days after the killing, Schwalm gave police a statement and handed over footage from his home’s surveillance system. That footage, he claimed, showed him leaving the home to walk his dog through the neighbourhood the morning Ashley died — he even gave police a map of the route.
When police checked his neighbours’ surveillance cameras, they found nothing to match his story; Schwalm’s footage had been “deliberately manufactured.”
Wearing a grey suit and white button-down shirt, and no tie, Schwalm appeared solemn but composed in the prisoner’s box as he answered Justice Michelle Fuerst’s questions on if he felt any coercion to plead, with his lawyer, Joelle Klein, standing nearby.
Despite pleading to a lesser charge, Schwalm still faces an automatic life sentence with Fuerst set to decide when he will first be eligible to apply for parole, from 10 to 25 years. The sentencing hearing is Sept. 26. (Schwalm will have no guarantee of parole upon his first eligibility date, nor ever.)
Schwalm was a captain with the Brampton Fire and Emergency Services until he was charged with first-degree murder.
The prosecutor gave a detailed account of the couple’s troubled marriage, which started 10 years earlier in a lavish wedding ceremony beside the ski slopes at Craigleith Ski Club, one of several private clubs in the Town of the Blue Mountains, near Collingwood on the shores of southern Georgian Bay.
In early 2022, Ashley was involved in an extra-marital affair with her then-boss. The Schwalms decided they wanted to work to repair the relationship and sought counselling. But by Christmas that year, fissures appeared, the prosecutor said. James told his mother he wasn’t sure they could make it work and Ashley informed her family she was thinking of ending the relationship, sending her sister a message quoting the lyric “all out of love,” by the band Air Supply.
James was also “nurturing” a relationship with the ex-wife of the man with whom Ashley had the affair, and days before killing her, told the woman he’d developed feelings, which she reciprocated. On Jan. 21, 2023, Schwalm told the other woman he was resolved “to do what would make him happy regardless of Ashley still wanting to make their marriage work,” the Crown attorney said.
Sometime the night of Jan. 25, their son heard his parents arguing and when he opened his bedroom door, he saw his mother and father in the upstairs hallway. Ashley asked her son to get her cellphone for her so that she could call police. He retrieved it and gave it to his mom, but then his dad told him to return to bed, Saunders said.
“Sometime later, he opened his bedroom door and saw James Schwalm crying in the area of the mudroom which connects the house to the garage,” and heard his father ask the house’s virtual assistant, “What time is it, Alexa?” to the reply, 3 a.m. Also that day, their daughter told a teacher that she had a bad night because her parents fought and she heard her mother fall down the stairs, Saunders said.
Surveillance video captured some of Schwalm’s movements that cold, dark morning, including footage showing a figure carrying a large backpack running from the area of the crash towards the Craigleith ski lodge parking lot where he had parked his mother’s car.
Just after 6 a.m. on Jan. 26, fire crews responded to a 911 call and extinguished a blaze. They found a badly burned body in the front passenger side of the vehicle.
After determining the deceased was Ashley, police interviewed Schwalm who shared bogus text messages and video clips in an attempt to deflect suspicion away from him. He said Ashley had left home early that morning to go hiking up at the ski hill — a departure from her usual hiking routine.
But it didn’t work, and Ontario Provincial Police investigators from the Collingwood detachment started digging.
On Feb. 3, 2023, they announced Schwalm had been charged with second-degree murder and indignity to a dead body. The charges were later upgraded to first-degree murder.
A post-mortem examination determined Ashley’s cause of death was neck compression not related to the crash, and that she was dead before the fire.
Sunday, April 28, 2024
Y is for YYZ
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| Waiting to board my sexy ride to Bahamas! TAKEN: APRIL 10th, 2024 |
I don't know about you, but we have no apprehension about air travel. In fact, because we fly as much as we do, we have our routine down pat.
Check in on the app the night before, then land at the Park n' Fly when we know the Valet bus is ready to leave for the appropriate YYZ terminal. We always carry on so to fly through security, then book it on foot to the appropriate gate. On average it is usually about a 5,000 step undertaking in any direction.
Though we never settle in at our gate immediately (we tend to wander), I always check to see how full the plane will be by those that have arrived. Then, I head to the windows facing the runway to check out our ride.
Rain or shine, night or day, take-off or transferring, I always snap a picture of the plane we'll be boarding.
I know this may read silly, but there is something really beautiful about an airplane.
Though I believe Air Canada have issued us the most travel points to date, I really enjoy the overall West Jet experience.
That said, I hear on the radio and in the news that Air Canada has the worst customer service rating, which has never been our experience. We've only been stranded once, in Fort Worth Texas overnight, but United Airlines won that prize.
I may be biased, but in all the airports I have been in YYZ, by far, is the nicest. Clean, and very efficiently run. It honestly makes me proud to be Canadian.
My number two would have to be ATL (Atlanta), followed by IAH (Houston).
You may think I would vote CCC (Cuba) as my worst experience, but in fact it was (LGA) LaGuardia in New York.
As to my reason why.... that is for another post.
Wednesday, April 24, 2024
U IS FOR UNFORGETABLE
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| My view (flying home) of where we stayed in South Beach, Miami. Amazing! TAKEN: APRIL 14th, 2018 |
In all our unforgettable travel adventures, there are only three destinations that we’ve returned to a second time. South Beach and Miami, the French Quarter of New Orleans, and the Bahamas.
Our first trip to Miami was a birthday trek, the second was also for that celebration but we only landed in the city to grab a car and drive to Key West. Because we stayed over the day before we flew home, it makes the list.
Our first trip to New Orleans was for French QuarterFest, where 750 thousand people cram in for a long weekend of amazing music and fun. The second occasion was to take our daughter there to celebrate her birthday. (I have personal friends that live there, so I am sure it shall see us again.)
The first time we experienced the Bahamas, it was a killer Black Friday resort deal on Cable Beach that I booked for a little more than eight hundred bucks each. This last trip, renting a house and having the pool and beach to ourselves – hit the wallet considerably harder.
My husband and I talk often of what it will be like when our age and probably our health restricts us from moving around as freely as we do. It isn’t something we dwell on, but we know that once we officially retire, the disposable income I save on a weekly basis simply won’t be there as readily as it is now.
Anyway, when we arrived back home earlier this month, I logged in my One Drive dedicated to protecting all our photos and videos. As I double clicked into the folder labelled ‘travel spending’, I opened the excel file that logs all our dates and destinations.
Since February of 2012, we have travelled twenty-nine times; Chicago in June will be our thirtieth.
Here’s hoping that there will be at least thirty more!
Saturday, April 13, 2024
L IS FOR LIMESTONE
Yesterday, we hopped the jitney and headed downtown with the express interest of touring the Queen's Staircase.
These amazing sixty six steps are a major landmark here.
Historians tell us they were hand-carved by roughly 600 slaves, who used pick axes and hand tools to cut their way through solid limestone. The entire staircase took over 16 years to complete.
It was only decades later that the impressive staircase was then named in honour of the over 60-year reign of Queen Victoria, “who had signed a declaration to abolish slavery on her ascension to the throne in 1837.”
We also toured Fort Fincastle, to which the staircase provided the escape route.
Constructed in 1793 from cut limestone, protected the harbour from pirates. The original cannons (3-30lb and 2-20 lb) though rusted from the salt air, are still onsite. We really enjoyed the heritage and history of our visit.
From the center of town and back, we feel those more than twelve thousand steps were very well spent.
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| The magnitude of what took all those years and 600 slaves to carve, is eerily present when you walk around the bottom of the limestone chasm. TAKEN: APRIL 12th, 2024 |
Friday, April 12, 2024
K IS FOR KEEN
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No one around. and nothing but the sound of the waves (and each other) to keep us company. TAKEN: APRIL 11th, 2024 |
I'm not exactly sure how my travel buddy hubby and I got so obsessed with adventure, but I remember the day when we opened a savings account specifically to fund our travels. It was in the late fall of 2011.
The first couple of years we travelled in mid winter, then we discovered if we traveled in late November and early April, we could get two passport stamps for the price of one in February. Then, I discovered the holy grail of travel called Black Friday, and our long weekend mid-winter getaway was added to our line up.
Aside from the first couple of trips I booked with an agent, I don't think I have ever paid full price since I took over the task.
The jaunt we are on now had me book our round trip airfare on December 29th, 2023 for a sneeze over $300 each. The house we are renting had just gone on the market, so I knew we would be one of the first tenants to stay. I don't believe we will be able to travel here for the reduced dollar value I paid, ever again.
Always keen for the deals I find, my husband simply goes with the flow. With my work life as hectic as it is, I knew that this go round was going to be about peace and quiet for me. When you look at the photo I am sharing, you can see I am getting exactly that. Aside from that private island off in the distance, there is no one around but us.
So, to be fair to the quiet my husband has had to endure, today we are going to head to the curb, grab the jitney for a $1.25, and head into town for lunch. That said, it will be interesting where we land for grub.
I just checked the port schedule and there are a Carnival, MSC and Norwegian cruise ships at the dock.
Meaning only us, and over 12,000 other peeps looking to get conch fritters.
The one thing I do know?
None of them peeps are coming back to the house for a cold been after lunch!
Wednesday, April 10, 2024
I IS FOR ICED
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| A little something concealed in my Christmas gift. She got me! TAKEN: DECEMBER 22nd, 2023 |
As I type, I am sitting comfortably in a fourth row window seat on West Jet flight WS 2520. Next stop, a safe touchdown at Lynden Pindling International Airport, The Bahamas.
Yep, it's that time of year again when I hop a place to celebrate my next trip around the sun. Because I am always away this week, I have always tried to pick my flight day word to the daily corresponding letter ahead of time, so that I can write in transit and not worry about getting blocked.
From what I can gather, the internet craze of getting "iced" took hold around 2010. Actually, I remember a coworker that was my age (at my previous play of employ) telling me her kids use to ice her all the time. She'd find those suckers every where - and never didn't she fold and not drop.
For those of you that don't know, getting "iced" is what it's called when you unexpectedly find a bottle of Smirnoff Ice that someone else has left for you. Once found, the challenge is to immediately take a knee and drink the content of the bottle - STAT. This past Christmas was the first time it had happened to me.
As I have written here before, I am the old gray mare headed to the glue factory in the Google culture workplace that surrounds me. Makes no matter to me, I love the youthful camaraderie that swirls around the office a warp speed.
The one young gal that I work closest with has such amazing stories to tell of how she and her sisters have always taken great pride in successfully concealing the jolt and happily watching the other (or others in one instance) drop, kneel, and drink that I began to realize what a craze it truly is.
All the stories came flooding back as I popped the top and snapped this pic. The one thing I didn't do on that fateful day was take a knee.
Afterall, that last thing this old hack wanted to do was throw out her back a couple of days before Christmas!
#yagottalaughaboutit
Saturday, April 6, 2024
F IS FOR FORTUNATE
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| Just a couple of life long friends catching up while unconditionally supporting each other. TAKEN: AUGUST 11th, 2016 |
I have been fortunate to be surrounded by amazing friendships my entire life.
The truth is, I can count the number of those wonderful peeps on two hands (with the help of a few of my toes). I suppose I relate to each and every one of those people by referencing the simple saying that, 'good friends are hard to find... and impossible to forget.'
The friendship I am sharing today started in the early throws of high school. I was a year older, and he was one of the most genuine and comedic people I had ever met. From that initial introduction, I simply wanted to get to know him better and spend more time with him. Just like yours truly, my parents loved absolutely everything about him.
He left our small town for university and never came back. I stayed, and I am still here. Yet, thanks to the evolution of the internet, I see him and hear his voice almost every single day.
The photo I am sharing was him stopping into my place of work to bring me lunch and catch up. He was on a solo cross Canada/US motorcycle tour that spanned more than fifteen thousand kilometers. It was the last time we've seen each other face to face outside of social media.
He was back to see his parents this past Christmas, and though my path of reconnection was paved with good intentions, I sat at my desk and worked on an eight million dollar construction estimate. Before I knew it, he was back on a jet plane and home again.
I expressed to my husband how disappointed I was that our window of time to visit had closed and he'd already left. My husband had a great suggestion.
He thinks we should simply hop a plane and show up unannounced at his post retirement storefront on Vancouver Island. Lord knows we'd know when he'd be there.
....Fortunately, we have his regular Facebook posts to thank for that!
Saturday, March 23, 2024
SQUIRRELING MY NUTS
It's that time of year again, where I look to the jar of nuts I have squirreled away all winter and decide how many of those precious gems I am going to spend on each venue, creating a great 2024 concert season.
Since starting my newest position two and half years ago, I have gotten into the habit of transferring the monies I am paid to do site visits and inspections into a savings account. Knowing full well, that those dollars/nuts will be earmarked for more bucket list tickets.
Because he is in such demand, and focuses primarily on playing football stadiums, my No Shoes Nation buddy won't be headed north of the boarder anytime soon. So, I knew eventually hopping a plane to see him perform was going to be a must.
Then, shortly after Jimmy Buffet passed, and he and fellow parrot head Zac Brown decided to join forces for their Sun Goes Down Tour. I immediately began making plans to head to into downtown Chicago for our wedding anniversary in June.
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| Though not a concert, the next tickets to be added here will be for my hubby. A 1pm start on June 14th at Wrigley Field (Cubs vs Braves) TAKEN: MARCH 21st, 2024 |










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