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By mid-afternoon, the tree in the centre of my photo filled the driveway with fallen debris. TAKEN: MARCH 30th, 2025 |

Wednesday, April 2, 2025
B IS FOR BRUTAL
Monday, February 17, 2025
MY KINDA BLING
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I wish I would have had this wee beauty back in December! TAKEN: FEBRUARY 7th, 2025 |
CLICK HERE: To listen to Rhondi read this post on her new podcast platform
Before we got Old Bessie (our used snow blower) I would do the bulk of the snow removal with my big scoop. We have always shared the chores, but I have always enjoyed doing yardwork, no matter what the season.
With the last few winter seasons
being so mild, I specifically took on the clearing of the decks, doors, and dog trails,
while my travel buddy hubbly cleared the drive. I never needed my scoop as I
could easily manage with a shovel.
When Snowmaggedon hit the first
week of December, all bets were off. My scoop was stranded at the cottage, as it had been used the shuttle supplies in, during the December cottage holiday break in 2023.
What complicated things even more, was that the snow was so wet and heavy, I could
only manage to clear with a small shovel.
Well, as fate would have it, my
hubby bought me this 60 volt battery powered snow shovel for the bargain basement price
of $100 cash - which was crazy bananas amazing. So amazing, that I can move
more snow, even faster than our beloved Bessie.
Now, I know what people say when their
husband buys them a new vacuum for their birthday – but this gift was really
and truly appreciated.
Seriously... who needs diamonds when a really great
battery will suffice? Not this cat!
Ya gotta laugh about it!!
Sunday, February 2, 2025
STYLE OF WHITE
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For the last 2-1/2 years I have rarely allowed my photo to be taken. That has ended. TAKEN: FEBRUARY 1st, 2024 |
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My travel buddy hubby and I
headed ten miles south with the pups yesterday, simply to get me out of the
house. I’d worked thirteen of the last fourteen days and needed a serious dose
of the bright chilly sunshine mother nature was serving up.
Once in the car, I started to
take some fun pics with the pups to show how they were 'helping me' ride shotgun. You can see the
outline of Katie next to my right shoulder, though she was cropped out of the selfie I am sharing. A selfie highlighting (no pun intended) my
current style of white.
Not looking to open the “you’re
lucky to have hair” dialogue again, as I was seen as a whiner when I posted
about my broken-hearted smile after Edwina Scissorhands had done the deed. I simply
wanted to share where I landed and say that this journey wasn’t an easy one.
It’s hard to believe that it has
taken me thirty months to get the point where I no longer add toner to my hair
or use root touch up. No matter what one does, when growing a colour out of
your hair, there is no easy short cut.
I have tried a few times to get
where I am today, but the line of demarcation has always had me folding like a lawn
chair and add a rinse to buffer reality. Though still blonde in hue, the white
has most certainly shown up to the party in a big way; and I am okay with it.
The truth is, last week, I opened
a box of that miracle box of goo, that miraculously blends away gray for about twenty
washes. As I finished my personal prep to start my anti-aging façade, I looked
in the mirror and put everything back into the box and back into my bathroom cabinet.
As I prepare to turn sixty in about sixty days, it is time to embrace a couple of realities that are surrounding me.
One, you’re only as old as you feel. And two, just in case I decided waffle on my decision, I have still have that opened box of goo to remind me that I promised myself not to hide anymore.
The third is critically the most
important of anything I have written here today.
When I flipped that box over, I
was elated by three amazing words…
MADE IN MEXICO!
Suck on that Donald Trump, you crazy, 'manifest destiny' chasing, kook!!
Wednesday, January 22, 2025
FROZEN FRISBEE FUN
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Getting the doggo's some exercise ...during a Polar Vortex TAKEN: JANUARY 22nd, 2025 |
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This morning, I was on my socials, and a photographer friend of mine posted a pic of a photo shoot his was doing. His caption read, "it sure is a chilly shoot this morning! Brrrr!!"
His buddy comment immediately and pointed out that he had spelt chilly wrong. Then corrected it by saying that this
week it should be spelt “F’n cold!”
I literally laughed out loud and instantly
liked the comment.
Running a doggie daycare, which touts
a strict schedule of daily activities, does not bode well during a Polar
Vortex. Suffice it to say, the show must go on.
As you can see by the photo I am
sharing, Katie and Miya were making the best of it this morning.
I don’t think I have ever shared
here, that we have an older home. Though well built in the 1980’s, we are at
the mercy of electric baseboard heat. So, all of the oversized windows have insulated
windows coverings to help mitigate the winter expenses.
On a day like today where the
mercury is stuck at -25C, I keep the curtains closed. When our 9:30am break
rolled around, I knew it was too cold for my pups. So a quick zip to do their business
and I got them back into the house at once.
By lunch, my app read it was a whopping -22C outside.
With the girls very antsy, I decided to try some of our regular activities to
burn off some of their energy. First try, I threw the frisbee three times and
got them back into the house to warm their paws.
Half hour later, I gabbed my camera
to show just how obsessed these two are with retrieving.
Miya, whose rubber frisbee matches
her fur coat, was all in. Katie, seen bringing up the rear in my photo, just
carries her favourite pig after she retrieves. She chases Miya, bouncing and slamming her pig into her, producing a very loud series of ‘oinks’.
This week is the first time I wished I would have trained them to wear those stupid looking booties I see dogs wearing. Only booties, no coats.
If they will swim in ice water at the cottage in the fall, the last thing I need to spend money on is a wardrobe.
The purchase of toys at WalMart and Pet Value? ABSOLUTELY.
Fashion - NEVER!
Heck, they have a fur coat... Just how many do they need?!?
Tuesday, December 31, 2024
REMEMBERING 2024
As I have shared here several times before, because I lost my
mother in her fifty seventh year, I have promised myself that I would never wish away time. That
said, this past year has been so devastating on so many levels, I cannot wait
for the clock to strike twelve at midnight; so that I can tightly slam the door and throw away the key.
In contrast to all of my other year-end offerings, I don't want to thank 2024 for the memories. What I will do is punch it in the throat and thank it for proving to us that we are stronger than we ever imagined we could be.
Let's all raise a glass and get ready to welcome a new year. All the best to you and your loved ones in 2025, and thanks again for reading.
~ Rhondi
PS: As you reminisce with me electronically you can click links to journal offerings that you may have missed, or wish to revisit.
PSS: This offering closes out my year with a total of 52 posts. An average of one a week, which has always been my goal.
Here we go.... Keep your hands and feet in the ride at all times!
Most Impactful Moment (centre - His start of week three, still immobile, chatting with his dad): The Wednesday after the May 2-4 weekend, my travel buddy hubby rolled his ATV down an embankment and into the lake at the cottage and spent seventeen days in St. Michaels Hospital in Toronto.
His three brain bleeds, emergency surgery to repair internal bleeding, and his suffering a stroke only scratched the surface of what he endured while confined to a hospital bed.
(LINK TO RE-READ: BORINGLY NORMAL NO LONGER)
May: We moved to the cottage for the summer the weekend before the long weekend. There was no one around. It was at dusk, when I spotted what I thought was an otter moving in the lake. It turns out it was a moose. Less than two week later, everything changed.
June: My travel buddy hubby arrived home after seventeen days in a Toronto Hospital. I swear the dogs figured he was never coming back. They never left his side for the three months following when he was healing at home.
(LINK TO RE-READ: STORMY WEATHER REFLECTIONS)
July: I was devastated by the sudden death of my cousin Denny. So grateful for all the social media sound bites of his voice and singing. Such a talented and wonderful person. Will miss ya, always, Den.
(LINK TO RE-READ: MY FAVOURITE COWBOY)
August: I was happy to host my sister for ten days at the cottage. As we do for anyone that visits, she had to have a drink with our Dad.
(LINK TO RE-READ: CHEERS FROM ANDY GIRL)
September: Unexpectedly, we lost my beloved Annie to an aggressive brain tumour. Only seven days from the time we discovered her drooling, to her no longer know how to eat and drink. I loved her for her entire life and will love her the rest of mine.
(LINK TO RE-READ: REST EAST MY ANNIE)
October: For the first time in almost two decades, my travel buddy hubby and I hosted Thanksgiving dinner. So thankful for all those that attended. Their unconditional support during this very trying year meant the world to us.
(LINK TO RE-READ: A TABLE FOR TEN)
November: We managed to get in a week long vacation to the Mayan Riviera mid month. In keeping with the theme for the year, we were not even remotely surprised to be absolutely hammered by Tropical Storm Sara.
(LINK TO RE-READ: PONDERING REALITY)
December: Snowmageddon 2025 rolled into town, and stayed over a week. Lake effect snow off Georgian Bay had the Town of Gravenhurst under a state of emergency, reminding us that our town was in the same state fifteen years ago to the day.
(LINK TO RE-READ:SNOWMAGEDDON SUCKS
Sunday, December 15, 2024
THE 6AM SNOW SHUFFLE
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Trying to dig out from the overnight storm after the plow passed. DECEMBER 13th, 2024 (Shortly after 6AM) |
Yesterday marked more than two weeks since I’d left our house.
Technically, it was since I had left our yard - but I think you can catch my drift. Which is not be confused with those drifts that have been freshly fallen snow since Snowmageddon 2024 roared into Muskoka on November 28th!
Though we did get a bit of reprieve during those calendar days, because I work from home, I simply stayed home. With each work break including the movement of snow around the yard. The dog trails seemed to occupy the most of my time. But that's the household deal we agreed to. I run the manual shovels and my travel buddy hubby navigates old Bessie our blower.
The snow accumulation was getting to be so much, that we found ourselves going to bed early, so we could clear required snow for the car, and get it the hell up the driveway before the snowplow passed.
For whatever reason, the eve of Thursday the 12th had me the most concerned with the new storm front that arrived. Our largest dumping came that day, with another 40cm expected overnight. The photo I am sharing above is what we woke up to.
The photo came to fruition because less than a minute before the car was going into reverse, the end of the driveway was filled. The pups and I hauled butt up to the top to assess the situation. There was no way we could push through the bank without damaging the under carriage of the car. So, out came old Bessie to the rescue.
I shoveled most of the morning to clear the doors and decks, as well as widen the dog trails. Old Bessie was back in action at lunch time, when her operator returned home to blow out the remainder - as only the top was cleared before he had to head to work.
My morning photos illustrate a couple of thing that I know to be true.
The top photo proves to me that this was definitely the one day a year when winter is really pretty.
So, what does photo two (below) illustrate?
...That WINTER FREAKING SUCKS!
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Old Bessie doing the 6AM snow shuffle TAKEN: DECEMBER 13th, 2024 |
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 |
Wednesday, December 4, 2024
SNOWMAGEDDON SUCKS
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...It is beginning to feel a little lot like Groundhog Day. TAKEN: NOVEMBER 30th (left) DECEMBER 1st (right) |
White out conditions started early Friday November 29th, but by the time guy got home it has slowed, so we decided we would tag team our snow shoveling/blowing efforts first thing in the next morning.
Up bright and early, we discovered
the snow was so wet, the blower struggled to move it. With me working the clearing of the decks and stairs, I could only use a small shovel as the saturated weight was
simply more than I could manage.
Slowly and steadily we moved snow off the driveway,
decks, and doggo trails for the better part of Saturday. By sundown it was a
total white out and by 8pm the hydro was out. And it stayed out for more than
14 hours. In all our 22 years here, this is the first time the hospital grid
(which we’re on) has been out for more than a few of hours.
By morning we were ready to start
again. I boiled water on the BBQ for coffee, then we headed outside. My travel
buddy hubby mentioned that he was going to head across the street to get the
intel on the neighbourhood blower guy.
In the bitchiest tone ever, I
asked why was wasn’t going to fire up old Bessie, “...because the snowblower is
an electric start” he replied in the same tone I came at him with. Which was deserved. It was just one of the things you
never think of, nor have impacted us previously.
Tired and spent, mid afternoon Sunday brought the sun out and our accumulation to date was about 52 inches.
That said, I have
been shoveling though the day today and Bessie our blower is back at it as I
type, as we received another good six inch dumping today.
I have always been proud of our
efforts to do our yard chores, when everyone else on the street has hired help. It has sort of been a badge of honour.
That said, I now understand first hand the reason why pride is classified a deadly sin.
Because without our old Bessie, this specific 2024 storm front feels like (if we would have had to deal with it old school)…. It might have killed us!
Saturday, January 21, 2023
MUSINGS BY THE BONFIRE
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My wee Miya Maria and me... Musing beneath the trees. TAKEN: December 29th, 2022 |
Well, it appears I have once again survived 'Blue Monday'.
Though I'm sure some men might consider Blue Monday what follows the weekend if they didn't get laid, but I am referring to the Monday that is identified world wide as 'the most depressing day of the year.'
The exact day is calculated by assessing weather (W), post-holiday debt (d), time since Christmas (T), failing New Year's resolutions (Q), low motivation (M), and a lack of decisive action (Na). This year, it was Monday January 16th.
For fun, here is my current assessment and reflection of their criteria:
Weather – The weather man is the only dude that can do his job wrong 100% of the time and not get fired.
Post-Holiday Debt – Don’t
have any. Hard to go into debt when all you do is put up the same lights, decorate
the tree the same every year, and only purchase heart felt gifts for three loves.
Time Since Christmas – This
one has a reverse effect for me. I cringe when they start
pushing me at Hallowe’en to 'deck the stinkin' halls'.
Failing New Year’s Resolution - Didn’t make one. I set goals I want to accomplish but never make
resolutions
Low Motivation - This one did tick a
box or two this year. Unnecessary and immature drama prior to breaking for the holidays tainted my time off. There were lots of tears. I realize now it was my own fault for allowing it to bother me. It’s over now, and I was feeling great prior to January 16th .
Lack of Decisive Action: Not with
this cat. Booked and paid for my birthday trip to Vegas on Black Friday, paid off the car more than a year
early, and continually remove toxic people from my life. If there is one thing I am – it
is extremely decisive!
As an aside, for me this milestone day doesn't register in the same way it may with others. I find it important to acknowledge because it signifies the end of my season affective cocoon (aka: time change coma) and is the beacon of light at the end of the tunnel which leads me to spring. Coles notes, it means the shortest day of they year has passed and the longest day with sunlight is on the way.
As I look at the photo I am sharing, I love that I captured such a great moment. Sitting by the fire, Miya waiting for the next snowball to be thrown, with music filling our yard. It was truly a great day.
Sitting there sipping, I remember in the moment turning to my husband and raising my Yeti. "Let’s face it," I said.
"It is on days like these that I am convinced that wine was invented because God just wanted all of us to be happy!"
As we both chuckled at my spontaneity, I leaned over and clinked his can, then I continued as I always do. "Ya gotta laugh about it," I said.
Ya just always gotta laugh about it!
...Take THAT Blue Monday!!
Saturday, December 31, 2022
REMEMBERING 2022
I don’t know about you, but I am happy to shut the door on the past year and look to the coming year with a genuine amount of hope and sincere optimism.
Personally, it has felt like I have been in mourning for the majority of the year. I didn’t write nearly as much as I had hoped because my heart was absolutely aching with both hurt and despair. Trust me, in spite of my mantra, it hasn't been something I would ever be able to laugh about.
Professionally, after taking the last three months of 2022 off to help my husband heal from a life saving surgery, I started the year with a new career challenge that has proven to be an excellent move for me. As I look toward retirement, I love that I am mentoring and team building with an amazing group of young, very upwardly mobile, professionals.
With the past year in the rearview, I have great hope for 2023. All the best in the coming year everyone. Cheers, and thanks once again for reading.
~ Rhondi
PS: For the first time, for my annual 'remembering' post, as I reminisce electronically, you can click links to journal offerings that you may have missed.
PSS: Enjoy!
Most significant moment (centre): The sudden passing of my closest friend and confidant, Brian ‘Smartie’ Smart. Who left us Easter weekend 2022. I am truly heartbroken, and the loss of his presence will be missed forever.
Monday, February 21, 2022
OLD BESSIE AND ME
An Alberta Clipper passed though Muskoka and old Bessie rose to the occasion!TAKEN: FEBRUARY 19th, 2022 |
Sunday, November 22, 2020
SNOW IT STARTS!
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My pretty pups posing with my frozen foe! TAKEN: NOVEMBER 16th, 2020 |
Monday, September 21, 2020
MY STEADY SEPTEMBER
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My Annie on the left and my Puddin' going full tilt on the right! TAKEN: September 20th, 2020 |
Vacation the first week of August may have been a total bust but the weather the last week of summer more than made up for it. I don’t know about you - but there has always been something with the end of September atmosphere that genuinely put an extra skip in my step.
For obvious reasons, as fall approaches each year I always make the effort to give my pups as many unique experiences as possible. I suppose it’s because I know, for the most part, nature is preparing us to hunker down in darkness as we wait for the pre-winter snow to arrive.
As you can see from our last adventure photos, Annie is as active as toddler on steroids but the signs of Puddin’ officially becoming a senior are starting to visibly show. Therefore, I have decided that this fall has to be about a balance. Not just energy level balance. Overall life balance; not only for the pups but for me as well.
Such a big and important thought process (and learning curve) for me right now.
In my effort to strive and achieve it, I will no longer be working 50 hours a week and on call from sun up until sun down. I have disabled all alerts on my phone and I honestly try my best to power that sucker down before I serve dinner and leave it off until I wake the following morn.
That change combined with an inner twang for more personal balance, resulted in me reconnecting with my very best gal pal. It’s not like she and I were estranged per se, just both got busy with life in general and became accustom to the Bluetooth on the road home doing all the legwork for us.
I am pleased to report that this very steady September has us getting back to basics where the first question we ask the other is “...How are you doing?” I had truly missed that.
You see, for the last several years I had been so focused on others and their demands, that the little things that mattered somehow got lost in the shuffle. I guess you could say that prior to making this small, almost minor change in behaviour, I was always in search of the answer as to how to create change.
Then, on the evening of September 10th, I realized that I no longer wanted to wait for the opportunity of change. I understood whole heartedly I had to pull up my big girl panties and encompass and embrace the change I was searching for.…So I did.
The rest is up to me.
Thursday, August 20, 2020
A SNACK BRACKET
My very favourite client was in the office last week and he said to me… “Rhondi, just like you, I’ve had Covid-19.”
We burst out laughing after he continued with, “At the end of all of this, I’m not sure if it will end up being nineteen pounds, or nineteen kilograms!”
I don’t know about you, but as an emotional eater, I can generally peg the time of year when circus music begins to chime in my ear signaling me to buy stock in the most profitable potato chip company. And I can assure you, every fall, any and all are generously sampled; as part of my annual stock purchase evaluation.
What can I say. I was a fat toddler. I was power fed homogenized milk, and in those days the perception was the fatter the better. The good news is I shed that baby fat, the bad news is those formed fat cells follow you forever.
I have always been athletic and outgoing but when perimenopause clicked in everything changed. My body absorbed food differently and in one year my metabolism changed exponentially. It was in that moment I knew I was being put to pasture.
Kicking and screaming and the better part of a year later, I lost the excess weight and changed my lifestyle. That was in 2012.
Even with a major change in lifestyle, winters and my seasonal affective disorder in this harsh tundra have me pulling my gravy crutch out of the hall closet bringing the five or ten pound of weight gain that accompany it. The good news is those extra pounds were always shed before I ever had to appear in any sort of summer shorts or swimming outfit.
This year? We locked down. I filled up. The rest is history!
I want to shed the pounds I’ve gained yet I am a creature of habit.
If gravy has a crutch, my philosophy that if I share with the pups I am really only taking in 1/3 of the calories must be a motorized wheelchair. One chip for each of you, one chip for me. One jelly bean for each of you, one jelly bean for me; and trust me, I am always fair in the distribution department.
I guess you could say that the only way the dogs keep the upper paw on me is because they don't have to share their dog cookies with me. Though I must say, on occasion the label on the front of the box has made it cross my mind.
Not gonna lie.... Those gravy covered Milk Bone dog biscuits definitely land within my mid-winter snack bracket!!
#yagottalaughaboutit
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It would appear that Annie and I have similar snackage struggles TAKEN: AUGUST 7th, 2020 |
Friday, November 1, 2019
WINTER SUCKS!
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My photos were taken exact 163 hours apart. I really do dread this time of year! TAKEN OCTOBER 27th & NOVEMBER 1st, 2019 |
It's as if Labour Day is the milestone signaling me to head the shopping mall. Thanksgiving brings the expensive and very euphoric sexy shoe purchase, and by Halloween the fun becomes strained.
Ultimately, by the time we turn the clocks back, the Visa bill with interest arrives; and that final buzz kill leaves me grumpy for the six long months of winter that follow.
Almost immediately after we 'fall back', I leave for work in the dark and arrive home under the same circumstance. The swashbuckling pirates that produce my bogus hydro bill begin to circle like vultures, and it takes every fiber of self-restraint to not put gravy on absolutely everything I eat. As an emotional eater, at least I know the latter feeds into my 24-7 need for comfort, when I am simply always glum.
The truth is, with 61 days left until the year ends, I sense I’m in high school again. Specifically in grade 12 Chemistry when my teacher gave me a passing grade. Not because I'd aced his class, just simply because I'd tried as hard as I could and never once gave up.
... and that WINTER SUCKS!
Sunday, February 24, 2019
HASTA LUEGO, AMIGOS!
The roads were so bad, it took four hours to get the airport, with the last hour being a slow crawl from the top of Toronto into the parking lot of my airport hotel.
Once finally checked in and cozy, the freezing rain arrived in full force. Fully expecting my flight to be cancelled in the morning, when I rose at 3:00am the following morn to prepare for my 6:15am flight, my Sunwing app pleasantly alerted me to a fight delay rather than cancellation.
Knowing full well that I was faced with a kick-ass first world problem, I was still excited that the flight had only been delayed and not cancelled. A little better than four hours late, the plane was barreling down the YYZ runway & I was getting the hell out of dodge!
Landed, took a quick bus to the resort, suited/lathered up and immediately headed onto the beach & into the sun. Suffice is to say that by dinnertime I was totally bagged from my 'hurry up and wait kinda day' whilst soaking up the spirits that compliment an all inclusive vacation.
So, for a combination of reasons (including sheer stupidity) I took my designer handbag with me into the dinner buffet. Inside was my wallet, my underwater camera and uber expensive cellphone; all of which usually stay under lock and key no matter where I travel.
After meeting the serving team and leaving a generous tip for their amazing service, I was off to see the 9:30pm live show. Thank goodness I got waylaid in the lobby bar listening to the house band, because after the dining room closed, I got an unexpected tap on my shoulder from the gal that was my server earlier in the evening. She could barely speak English but managed to act out that I had left my handbag in the diningroom.
I rushed back with her to retrieve it, hugged each and every one of the servers that worked in my Diamond Club section and was grateful beyond belief. As I type, I am amazed that though they didn’t have to return my bag (and my valuable contents) they ALL went above and beyond by wandering through hundreds of people in the busiest section of the resort to find me and do the right thing.
Proving, yet again (what I unconditionally believe) that you get back the energy you ultimately exude. To expand on that, it's always been my personal travel belief that no matter where one lands or where one roams, you are the the one responsible for the outcome in the overall experience department; which is primarily why I ignore 99% of the negative input on Trip Advisor, focusing only on what may impact my ability to enjoy my adventure.
With any/all political views aside, there is truly something special about Cuba. They boast some of the most beautiful beaches I have ever had the pleasure to walk along & enjoy, which pale in comparison to the attitude and passion of the people that live there.
They personify that you should ALWAYS treat people the way you want to be treated. It's that simple... To which I will be forever grateful.
Gracias y hasta luego, amigos....
Thank you, I will see you again, friends.
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Sharing more of the love the following evening with these amazing peeps! Memories Flamenco Beach Resort ~ Cayo Coco, Cuba TAKEN: FEBRUARY 14th, 2019 |
Tuesday, September 25, 2018
MY DARK REALITY
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My 7am walk in the rain with the streetlights on. TAKEN: SEPTEMBER 25th, 2018 |
As a possible pick me up, I will report that I've decided only to listen to Bob Marley that week on the custom Bose sound system my new ride's equipped with, which could be deemed as a small concession, as the 'Port Carling-mobile' was a must have purchase.
'Must have’ ...an interesting approach to an item, isn't it?
I'll be the life of the party, rocking out to AC-DC’s Shook Me All Night Long, gripping my walker, nursing a recently healed broken hip from break-dancing; in one very kick-ass mature lifestyle community.**
**: This kick-ass community may or may not be located in Jamaica!
Monday, February 5, 2018
FEBRUARY, PLEASE BE KIND
FUN FACT #2: In the past, I've suffered a varying levels of many during February.
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Photographic proof of my daughter kicking February's ass....Old school! TAKEN: FEBRUARY 2017 & FEBRUARY 2018 |
Monday, January 8, 2018
FROZEN FUN WITH SWEETIE
I knew she was still in bed, so clearly the outdoor temperature didn’t matter to her. As far as she was concerned, we were headed on our bi-weekly trip to town. One of the coldest mornings on record and she decided to wake up early with an overwhelming amount of enthusiasm. (She can thank her fathers' DNA for that 'so not like her momma' trait.)
Anyway, with a great big cat shit eating grim on her face, my daughter spied her coming toward us. She turns to me and said ‘watch how she goes out of her way to avoid me.’ I watched and it was blatantly obvious.
It didn’t seem to phase my daughter. She explained how long the other'd been behaving this way and I found it quite sad. I suppose if the truth be known I felt sorry for the girl. My first instinct was she'd put far to much focus and energy on avoiding us, when walking by and saying nothing would have sufficed. Then again, we all know the skill of executing a true snub comes with both maturity and life experience.
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My bestie enduring -30C so I could get the shot! Armed only with a bluetooth touque, Sorel boots and a smile. TAKEN: JANUARY 6th, 2018 |
As we zoomed the backway to her apartment in the centre of town, I couldn't help but notice the amazing natural light of our frozen tundra.
I pulled into the park parking lot, grabbed my camera and headed toward the falls. As I trudged through the snow, I glanced over my shoulder to see my daughter following me. She followed the direction I gave, and headed out on the snowy dock ahead of me. This photo was just one of the results of our frozen fun; it's absolutely breathtaking.
I am so very fortunate to live and have a cottage in a town I love. When I look at the smile on my daughters face I realize that though she left, her returning has helped her hit her stride. She's surrounded love. That is except for the young blonde, with the 'I'm better than you attitude,' that we ran into at Wal-Mart.
I'm glad my Sweetie and I could talk about how her previous friends behaviour evolved and I could make her giggle as we tried to understand it. Knowing, after the fact, how the small idiosyncrasies evolved, her bizarre actions had me relating to a meme I posted on Instagram about a month ago that read...
Somewhere, somebody out there is thinking of you, and the tremendous impact you made on their life.
It's not me... I think you're an idiot!
Friday, January 5, 2018
WATER WAS DEFINITELY CHILLED
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Who other than me likes to shovel snow? I know, I suck! TAKEN: JANUARY 3rd, 2018 |