Saturday, April 12, 2025

K IS FOR KINDRED

 
Our kindred sisters...
TAKEN: MARCH 7th, 2023

This is Miya (on the left) and Katie Kate (on the right). Sisters born eighteen months apart to the same Mum and different fathers.

Miya came to us via a CKC breeder once we discovered that our 10 year old yellow named Puddin' was full of cancer. After Puddin' passed, I was so lost without her, that I called my breeder to get on the list for another yellow. 

Well, that call came less than six months later. Now, we could have passed and waited for Minnie's next litter, but she had gone into distress and an emergency section had to be performed to save her nine pups.

The breeder instantly decided to have a full hysterotomy done, deeming Minnie sterile. If we wanted a sister to this black beauty, we had to buy a pup from the nine that were birthed on December 5th, 2022.

From the moment Katie came home, these two were inseparable and the best of friends. Our older girl, a flat-coated retriever named Annie, welcomed her as well and The Oreo Gang was back together just over six months since Puddin' died.

With Annie leaving us last September after a short battle with brain cancer, these two became even closer.

I say that they are kindred sisters, but it's more than that. The two of them, along with my travel buddy hubby and I, are all kindred spirits.  

Unconditionally connected for as long as we have time together on earth.

Friday, April 11, 2025

J IS FOR JUSTICE

My beautiful friend
Ashley Milne
Gone but never forgotten!
(c) The Toronto Star
As my readership knows, my friend and coworker was murdered by her husband on January 23rd, 2023.  He was sentenced for his senseless crime on February 10th, 2025. 

What appears here is is what Toronto Star Court Reporter Betsy Powell wrote after the man I refuse to mention by name was sentenced to life in prison, with no eligibility for parole for 20 years. 

For those that have followed my journey - do you really think this is justice for Ashley?

I do not... But at least now we can begin to heal.

Firefighter gets life for murder of wife Ashley Milnes Schwalm, which he staged to look like a fiery crash near a Collingwood ski hill.

Written by: Betsy Powell
Courts Reporter - Toronto Star
Betsy is a reporter with the crime, courts and justice team at the Star

BARRIE, Ont.—A former Brampton firefighter who killed his wife in their Collingwood home and tried to make it look like she died in a fiery car crash was sentenced to life imprisonment Monday without parole eligibility for 20 years.

Forty-year-old James Schwalm pleaded guilty to second-degree murder last June, admitting that he strangled Ashley Milnes Schwalm, 40 — with their two young children nearby in their bedrooms — sometime during the night of Jan. 25, 2023.

The killing of Ashley Schwalm was not spontaneous on Mr. Schwalm’s part. He did not act in the heat of the moment. He did not act in circumstances where his ability to reason was impaired. To the contrary, Mr. Schwalm had resolved to do what would make him happy. And what would make him happy was to excise his wife from his life, by taking hers,” Justice Michelle Fuerst said Monday, reading her scathing reasons for the sentence.

“There would be no alimony to be paid, no assets to be divided, no financial loss to bear, no impediment to leading the happy life to which he felt himself entitled.”

Fuerst said: “This was a case of intimate partner violence of the most extreme kind.”

The sole issue for the judge to decide was when Schwalm should be first eligible to apply for parole, as a conviction of second-degree murder carries an automatic life sentence. The Crown asked for a period of between 20 and 21 years; while the defence recommended he serve between 13 and 14 years in prison before being eligible to apply for release.

The judge said that despite Schwalm’s guilty plea — and the fact he had no prior record — the evidence of planning and deliberation made the case close to a first-degree murder, which was his original charge. (First-degree murder carries an automatic ineligibility period of the maximum 25 years.)

When the judge told the court she was imposing a parole eligibility period of 20 years — which may set a legal precedent in Canada for intimate partner homicide — Ashley’s close friend, Christan Bosley, leaned forward and placed her hand on the shoulder of Lindsay Milnes, one of Ashley’s two sisters, who sobbed quietly. 

During the hour-long hearing Monday, Schwalm sat stone-faced, facing the judge, not once glancing at his late wife’s loved ones sitting in the body of the court.

Fuerst reviewed the evidence against Schwalm.

As Ashley’s final hours counted down, she noted he attempted to implicate his wife of a decade in making arrangements for her own death, by asking her to buy gasoline for the snowblower that he used to dispose of her body, the judge noted.

After strangling her in the family home — “an especially cruel” way to end someone’s life, Fuerst said — he dressed her in hiking clothes, put her dead body inside their Mitsubishi Outlander and drove to the ski hills where they shared decades of memories and had exchanged vows. He poured gasoline throughout the interior and then drove it off the side of a road, using a lighter with his initials to set it ablaze.

In the days leading up to her death, Schwalm sought advice on Google about alimony and asked if an iPhone’s search history could be seen once deleted. He’d also asked a doctor at a social gathering if snapping someone’s neck would kill them, and told a friend he was concerned about the financial consequences of divorce.

Schwalm had a $1-million life insurance policy naming him as the sole beneficiary in the event of his wife’s death.

Schwalm also provided police with footage — and a map — of his purported dog-walking route that morning. However, when police checked surveillance cameras in the neighbourhood, they found no sign of him and concluded he had “deliberately manufactured” the footage of him leaving the house. He also literally failed to cover his tracks. A passerby who saw the burning car in a ditch took photos of footprints in the snow leading from the driver’s door.

In the days following the murder, the Collingwood community rallied around the “distraught” first responder, sending flowers, food and messages of condolences.

Ashley’s family believe Schwalm killed his wife because she planned to leave him after tolerating years of his controlling behaviour, which escalated in the last year of marriage when she had a brief affair with her boss.

Scores of women are killed by their intimate partners each year in Canada. Records of nearly 400 Ontario cases since 2003 show that two-thirds of intimate-partner homicides happen after a relationship has ended or is about to fall apart.

Schwalm will have no guarantee of parole upon his first eligibility date, nor ever.

The judge agreed to the prosecutor’s recommendation that Schwalm have no contact with his children until they are 18.

Wednesday, April 9, 2025

H IS FOR HOSTILITY

Internationally recognized as a
symbol for Canadian travelers.
TAKEN: APRIL 9th, 2024
Palm Beach, Aruba

As I mentioned with my chaos post, I have never had issue with any American when travelling. That said, before leaving, we knew the island of Aruba was an American travel haven, so my husband and I wanted to be easily identified as Canadian.

Well, this afternoon, when playing musical trivia around the pool, we connected with a few gals from Windsor, Ontario. 

When I snagged the fastest answer for my favourite song (September but Earth, Wind, and Fire) we were asked to choose a team name. We chose Canada Strong.

Without hesitation, we were immediately and loudly booed. Booed by Americans in Aruba. Unexpected hostility, met in a country that markets themselves as ‘One Happy Island!’

Heading back to our room, I mentioned to my travel buddy hubby that if that is the temperature for Canadians here, I am glad we have decided no to cross the border and enter their country for several years.

I followed up with, 'I think our encounter by the pool is simply further evidence that our old relationship with the United States is officially over'.

… Which truly makes me sad.

Tuesday, April 8, 2025

G IS FOR GUSTY

Very gusty, kite surfing winds!
San Nicolas, Aruba
TAKEN April 8th, 2025

As I mentioned, I have been looking at Aruba as a travel destination for about a decade and a half. The one thing that the travel websites always highlighted to potential travelers was that it was 'windy'. Well, we soon discovered that 'windy' was an understatement.

Anyway, the one thing we knew we wanted to do was rent a car and explore the entire island. First up was the world-renowned Baby Beach. With a 10am start, we packed up and were headed back through Oranjestad; the Capital.

With the southeast coast of the island in our sites, we stopped at the large landmark red anchor, and turned left. Through right was the direction to Baby Beach, our mishap was a view to behold. A backdrop of the deep blue Caribbean Sea and azure blue skies.

Though the anchor stands both as a memorial to all who have lost their lives at sea, it is also a silent reminder that San Nicolas is still a vibrant and gusty windswept part of the island of Aruba. 

Which makes me think it should also stand for the lives of any brave souls learning at the Aruba Pro Kite School

PS: My photo was taken from a distance, and the surfer of the kite captured is navigating the challenging swells. 

PSS: The bottom left shows a kite surfer staying closer to the shore - but I missed capturing their bright orange kite.

Monday, April 7, 2025

F IS FOR FABULOUS

Our fabulous view from the 18th floor
TAKEN: APRIL 6th, 2025










Well, after taking Sunday off for good behaviour, I am back at it this afternoon, this week sitting and typing from our 18th floor, ocean view balcony in Aruba.

Yesterday, after checking in and finding our bearings, we connect with a group of thirty travelling from Windsor, Ontario. Last night, we had an absolute blast!

My travel buddy hubby and I have made so many fabulous friendships via travel over the years. All of which we are able to stay in touch via social media. We've been invited to a wedding in Jamaica, by a couple we met on our very first travels there; back in 2012

As a matter a fact, we just received an invite to meet travelers in New Orleans for French QuarterFest - but we were already headed to Aruba. 

To offer excellent context, when I posted a story on social media of our room view yesterday, when tallied, all of our travel buddies sent us prop and asked our opinion. One even said they were going to check it out, "to try something different".

Now just how fabulous is that?

Crazy, bananas fabulous.... If I do say so myself!

Saturday, April 5, 2025

E IS FOR EAGER


By mid-day tomorrow, I will be
strolling on the white sand in Aruba
(c) TripAdvisor
As my travel buddy hubby drives us south to our hotel in Toronto, I tap away on my laptop in the car, so not to miss my post deadline. (Tick, tick, tick. Backspace, backspace... Tick, tick, tick... Hard return.)

To be honest, I am having a hard time concentrating.  

I simply I can't believe that I am officially counting down our boarding a plane to Aruba in the morning. 

A bucket list destination I have always wanted to travel to - but never wanted to pay the hefty price tag. Well, Cyber Monday changed that for us.

After the year we endured in 2024, we knew we wanted to travel to special destinations to celebrate our milestone birthdays this year. 

Initially, I had set my heart on Barbados. But when I accidentally caught an unreal online deal (saving almost $2,000) I called my hubby, and we immediately decided to go.

Growing up, my mother only ever mentioned one destination she wanted to experience. She would tell me, "I want to see the white sands of Aruba." 

Back then, I really had no point of reference as to where Aruba was located, because all I ever lobbied for was to travel to Disney in Florida; which was always a hard NO in her books. 

Don't get me wrong, she loved Walt Disney as a visionary, but travel inside Canada was always my parents' focus. Their thought process being that after experiencing all of our own homeland, Florida might be an option. 

Truth? When we were first engaged, we travelled to Disney & Epcot in Orlando, and I have never been eager to go back.

On the other hand, I feel Aruba will be an experience I think I will remember for the rest of my life.

...And will forever be yearning to return.

Friday, April 4, 2025

D IS FOR DARKNESS

The dead of winter in Muskoka
(A 6am pic snapped from our kitchen)
TAKEN: JANUARY 16th, 2025

I don't know about you, but as a person that suffers from Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) the darkness within the days of winter is something I seriously struggle with.

For those that aren't familiar with the condition, it is categorized as a type of depression that is related to changes in seasons. My symptoms generally begin when the clocks fall back for daylight savings time, worsen over the holiday break, and begin to lighten once the days begin to get longer in March.

It took me years to understand what was happening but once I did, I decided to battle it head on. 

I do my very best to keep my mood and body motivated.  I have often joked here that during the winter months I end up in the bedroom closet, with a blanket over my head, eating gravy from a ladle.

Aside from personal motivation to overcome symptoms, I will admit that my 'happy' lights work really well for me. I know some people don't believe in light therapy, but I swear by it. For over ten years now, my ‘happy’ lights automatically come on in the house to trick me into thinking the sun is rising, when in fact it is pitch black outside.

A commitment to light therapy, and the fact that I can afford to give myself a good jolt of vitamin D in the last week of November, are two of my blessings. A fall trip into the sun and self-awareness are key. By the time I travel (mid-April) for my birthday, I feel I have come out the other end. 

As I am preparing to hop an airplane this weekend, I am pleased to report that my inner darkness has lifted.

So here's to a really great six months of sunshine, until this vicious cycle begins again.

PS: Be sure to stop by tomorrow, to read where the jet plane is taking me, to celebrate my making it through winter!

Thursday, April 3, 2025

C IS FOR CHAOS

Image downloaded from Facebook

CLICK HERE: To listen to Rhondi read this post on her new podcast platform.

The Oxford English dictionary describes chaos (noun) as complete disorder and confusion. 

In keeping with that definition, my mind immediately offers the perfect example of it in,  "the sweeping new 'Liberation Day' tariffs are causing total chaos." 

I have said it here before and I will say it again, I am not a political person looking to stand a top a soap box and pontificate my opinions. What I will say is that I am generally an intelligent person with a keen grasp of common sense, that follows the political climate. And I can't seem to figure out what the hell is going on!

I am confused at the rhetoric that is perpetuating that Canadians are nasty. 

In all the decades I have been crossing into the United States, I have never had a bad interaction with our neighbours (yes that is the correct spelling) - and it is to be hoped they can say the same when visiting us.

I am generally sad that I won't be crossing the border to visit my friends next-door for the next four years. In fact, the thought in general makes me anxious. 

Though I will concede that the comments on our becoming the 51st State have calmed since a new Prime Minister was named - I don't think the back and forth surrounding a lot of silly political stuff will stop anytime soon.

...Which is just simply unfortunate, and definitely something I never want to laugh about.

Wednesday, April 2, 2025

B IS FOR BRUTAL

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

Though we live within our small town limits here in Muskoka, we are fortunate enough to live on what I have labelled the ‘waving street’. Where the homes are nicely staggered, and all you usually do is wave at your neighbours as they pass by.

Well, around dinner time last Friday night, it started; a three-day freezing rain event across the province that was brutal.

Hydro service left us about 10pm and was off for the majority of Saturday. It returned long enough for dinner to be prepared, warm the house, then ZAP; just like that the power was out another 24 hours.

The photo I am sharing displays what we woke up to Sunday morning. (That is one of the light fixtures on the garage and you can see a downed tree below it.) We spent the day huddled around the BBQ to stay warm, listening to the ice storm take tree after tree.

There were so many downed trees around us that by early afternoon the air smelt just like a sawmill filled with the aroma of freshly sawn wood.

With still over three hundred thousand residences without power, I am not sure what to expect as another round is to hit us by dusk tonight.

Which proves, yet again.... that Mother Nature is definitely off her meds!

Tuesday, April 1, 2025

A IS FOR AUDIO

 

Allow me to introduce you to Blue
TAKEN: MARCH 31st, 2025

Today is day one of the annual April A-Z Challenge. You know the drill, I muse about a letter a day for 26 days of this month; with Sunday's off for good behaviour.

Well, this post marks my fourteenth offering of the letter A, for the April A-Z. I still find it hard to believe that I have been taking part in this challenge since 2013, and I have never used the same word twice. My, how time flies when you’re having fun.

Entering 2025 brought a big change to my wee electronic journal. Toward the end of last year, I commented to my son that I thought I may want to connect with a podcast platform and start recording my offerings. You know, so that followers could listen rather than read if that was their preference.

Low and behold, Jukebox bought me a microphone for Christmas and something that was just a passing thought, became a reality over the December holiday break.

Now, what I thought would be fun has turned out to be far more challenging than I ever expected. With no skill set in recording, nor software to edit the audio, I find myself doing multiple takes so I stay at a steady pace, without screwing up the entry I’ve written.

I am not sure how this will work for me mid-challenge, because I always travel for the second week for my birthday. I'll definitely write and post while I am basking in the sun but I have decided not pack my blue snowball mic for I fear I will put too much focus on recording rather than rays. 

That said, I have decided to record after the fact and add link to the offerings from my PodBean site once I get home and continue on from there. At least that's my goal. 

I can only imagine how hectic it will get, now that I have doubled the work for each letter.... Because I know first hand, that this annual posting ritual is going to take a toll on me.

Just like it has every other year!

#yagottalaughaboutit

Wednesday, March 19, 2025

WALKING ON SUNSHINE

Miss Katie Kate embracing 
the double digit sunshine today!
TAKEN: MARCH 19th, 2025

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Even though it isn't officially Spring for a couple of days, the massive amount of dog crap land mines that have suddenly appeared in my yard have me feeling like it is already here. I don't know about you but I'm elated; about the warm temps, not the dog crap.

The last month or so had been brutal for me. Had a bit of a meltdown at work last week, as I can't seem to stay caught up, and in the background I am fixating on what is happening to us politically. That said, the state of world affairs, and my heightened anxiety isn't my point here today.

As I was basking in the sunshine this afternoon, enjoying the last doggie daycare break of the day, I was lucky enough to snap this amazing photo of Katie Kate. As cute as she is, she isn't the reason I wanted to capture this specific musing.

Today, I thought I would hop and share an important realization that crossed my mind as I entertained my pups. 

I literally chuckled to myself when I suddenly realized, what a sad state the world we live in is... when the weather man (who can never get it right) is the most reliable news source we have!

#yagottalaughaboutit

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