A reminder of an important notable... As my travel buddy hubby takes in the views from the top of El Faro, Mazatlán TAKEN: DECEMBER 2nd, 2019 |
Well, it’s that time of year again.
When after months of waiting, I arrive at my destination of choice to celebrate another trip around the sun.
This year has me nicely perched next to the ocean, in a luxury home we've rented, in the Bahamas.
Once again, I packed a #petrocanada glass so I could watch the sunset ...and have a drink with my Dad. TAKEN: APRIL 10th, 2024 |
Yesterday was an OK travel day. The airports are always hectic but we have learned to navigate them with a ton of off the cuff comedy and a boatload of patience. Afterall, I know where I am going to land, and I realize that in itself is a privilege most never get to experience.
As our taxi zipped along the highway next to the beautiful blue green ocean, I felt myself become overwhelmed with emotion. I found myself fighting back tears. Tears of joy.
Joy that we can afford to travel as we do, and joy at the best life I have been obviously blessed to be living.
In a nutshell, I will leave you with this. Life is short people. When in doubt, please always refer to Rhondi Rule #779:
Make sure you don't celebrate your 75th birthday.... by living the same year 75 times!
Last week, when I posted photos of my Canadian Thanksgiving travels on social media as they were happening, I was proud to share that we had included experiencing the spectacular 'Mother Church' of country music in downtown Nashville, Tennessee.
What I was somewhat surprised to admit (after leaving the building) was that my amazing and intimate musical experience presented at the Ryman Auditorium was simply mind blowing!!
My beautiful exterior shot from across the street, and our third row balcony seats preshow. (No video or photography is allowed once the show starts.) TAKEN: OCTOBER 8th, 2023 |
He's right, this is hallowed ground filled with her spiritual sounds. It truly is a sacred place for any music lover, celebrating all music genres in every sacred pew.
Oh, and the Mary/Shawn duo literally brought down the house.
The entire evening was... Simply, unforgettable.
The perfect way to end the day in Beamaris. Skating at dusk on Lake Muskoka. TAKEN: March 2022 |
Editorial cartoon from the Toronto Star that is even more applicable in today's economy. JANUARY 24th, 2016 |
So, when I selected Las Vegas as my next passport stamp, I knew cash would probably be the way to go, hence the Andrew Jackson currency hording that's been happening.
Then, when packing the weekend before takeoff, I said to my husband 'maybe we should save the cash, and use the card' (as we have an anniversary trip booked in June where American cash will be King).
To explain my methodology, not using the card is kind of a double edge sword for us. We pay our credit card off every two weeks and use it for absolutely everything, including household bills. In turn, with the mountain of points we earn, we redeem them every quarter and it's like found money we apply to our balance.
Anyway, that thought quickly passed when he returned with our next couple of twenties for our piggy bank stash and I discovered we'd paid $1.40930 Canadian for a single American dollar.
At $1.40930 for a buck, I only have one last comment. Thank goodness for the secure hotel safe.
In their wee safe space, those twenty dollar bills will blanket our passports better than us fattening the already fat fee fellas at credit card company hands down!
Well, a killer Black Friday deal made my birthday trip decision a no brainer this year. With the intention of only ever going once, I landed in Las Vegas today.
For just over six hundred dollars each, a suite with an Eiffel Tower view overlooking the Bellagio fountains was the purchase, and for the second year in a row I have Air Canada to thanks for a crazy amazing birthday deal.
Landed about 2p.m. today and home Saturday evening about 10p.m., we have a fun fill trip planned.
Heading to TopGolf this afternoon, Cirque du Soleil Beatles ONE at the Mirage tomorrow night, renting a Slingshot to head to Red Rock Canyon and the Hoover Dam Thursday, then Freemont Street for the day Friday.
Lots to talk about and some great pics to share the rest of the month for certain.
Another 'Happy Birthday Trip' but more importantly another passport stamp for yours truly.
Feeling very blessed, as life is good!
Photo courtesy of booking.com |
Nothing will work unless you do. ~ Maya Angelou
A dark 9pm. Embracing the annual tradition of listening to Rock95 TAKEN: SEPTEMBER 4th, 2022 |
When I took this lakeside photo Sunday night at dusk, I can
confirm that I was generally feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. In one word - thankful.
In disclosing that, you would have no idea that my legs, butt, lower back, and shoulders were aching like hell from dragging felled trees down the hill all day then burning them, producing the glowing bed of coals seen here.
Summers have changed for us on Orillia Lake over these the last twenty years.
Gone are the days of diving off
the dock a midnight in the hope a neighbours' flashlight doesn’t catch a glimpse.
Here are the days where I walk the property wearing steel spiked shoes for the
fear I will fall and break a hip.
For the first time in long weekend memory, I cleaned the cottage and we came home.
Not because it wasn't going to be another great day, I just couldn't bring myself to work the land any longer.
So, we packed up, my hubby made a yummy dinner... and I curled up, feeding my squirrel friends on the deck, appreciating that I have the best of both worlds.
#feelingblessed
This past weekend produced some major heat warnings in Muskoka and the humidex rolled past a balmy 40C. With the UV rays off the chart, I kept my skin slathered in a 30 SPF waterproof sunscreen as I got in and out of the water all day Saturday.
How hot was it? It was so hot that I got to wear 'my happy hat'. Not to be confused with any one of my favourite hats, the specific hat shown here, has always brought me happiness.
Clocking in at more than 30 years of age (which must be at least a hundred and fifty-five in straw hat years) she was my dad’s favourite swimming hat he wore at his camp on Lake Temiscamang.
She was relocated to a hat hook at our cottage on Orillia Lake after he passed more than fifteen years ago.
As I age, I can confirm 1000% that it is the small things that matter most. TAKEN: AUGUST 6th, 2022 |
As I type, I recall all the photos taken of her over those years. Shots of dad in the water when the kids were little, then pics as tweens as they grew up here. Their friends partying, overnight cottage guests, my husband working along the shoreline; and for the very first time Saturday, me.
As you can see, she has seen better hat days. Like all of us, she is beginning to succumb to the elements caused by the aging process. Her shape has changed, and what was once firm is no longer. In hindsight, I feel she was a tad taken for granted over the years, and now, as her straw weakens as each summer passes, like everything, we tend to cherish her even more.
I don’t know about you, but even with the VID on the way out, this year has been a bit of a shit show for me. I still haven’t processed that my best friend Smarite has died, and I truly wasn’t ready for our Puddin’ to head over the rainbow bridge as soon as she did.
Though some aspects of my life are the best they have ever been, I feel there are specifics that may never heal - one particularly that my husband has declared ‘a last straw’ (no pun intended, and without any reference to this amazing hat... lol).
If the truth be told, I think that is why I keep my dad’s memory alive through reminders like my hundreds of Petro Canada glasses, his shoes that remain at my front door, and this silly straw hat.
He was always my closest confidant, and having him near has always kept me going during trying times.
As my eyes fill with tears, I find it amazing how these items can bring forth a flood of emotions. Happiness, sadness, laughter and comfort.... Oh, and let's not forget security.
Yup, all day Saturday, his favourite hat kept me safe yet again. From my having a sun stroke!
Thanks Poppa xoxo
Downtown Toronto... MY ULTIMATE LOVE TAKEN: AUGUST 3rd, 2018 |
The summer of 2012. Puddin' was just a wee pup and Dot got to spend extra paddle time alone with me! TAKEN: JUNE, JULY & AUGUST 2012 |
AMAZING memories were created in-spite of the plethora of rain we've received this season. TAKEN: SUMMER 2017 |
Poppa would be proud... The 'dog hairs' reference leads me to believe the homemade sign entrepreneur was from Quebec! TAKEN: MAY 13th, 2017 |
Darin, ME, and my hubby getting ready to head to the last day of the French Quarter Festival. TAKEN: APRIL 9th, 2017 |
Jukebox embracing the vibe! TAKEN: OCTOBER 31st, 2010 |
Can you believe I scored original glasses? TAKEN: APRIL 18th, 2017 |
My BMF Darin & his amazing neighbour. TAKEN: APRIL 9th, 2017 |