Wednesday, April 23, 2025

T IS FOR TIRESOME

Photo Credit: reddit.com/r/onguardforthee

 

As we are ending our current Federal Election cycle, I find the ongoing political dialogue that 'Canada is broken' tiresome.

Every time I hear that statement it makes me go Hmmmm, and scratch my head.

You see, I find it baffling that voters that own a beautiful house, lake lot, $85,000 truck, fifth wheel or trailer, speed boat, quad, and vacation to other countries every year.... Can pontificate that "Canada is Broken".

Why? Because they want more!

#mytwocents

Tuesday, April 22, 2025

S IS FOR SUNSCREEN

Day three and almost ready for our
2nd bottle of 30 SPF sunscreen.
TAKEN: APRIL 8th, 2025
(Palm Beach, Aruba)

 For a maturing woman my age, I don’t fret that I have never had a manicure, pedicure, or even a facial. 

Yet, I will boast that the one beauty staple I seriously embrace, is sunscreen. As a matter of fact, for my trip to Aruba, I packed five different kinds. 

I did a lot of personal research before leaving on that jet plane. And with the island having a closer proximity to the equator than we'd ever experienced, I knew the last thing I wanted to do was burn. 

The photo I am sharing today, I snapped on our second full day on the beach. (Yes, those toes are with me... but not mine.) 

For my entire stay, I started my morning with a waterproof 50 SPF applied to my face and shoulders, and a 30SPF spray applied to the rest of me. For the afternoon, I moved away from the spray and used a sweat resistant 30 SPF sunscreen lotion.

I wasn’t always so diligent. I’ve always worn it when away but in the last decade the strength of the UV Rays has become more intense.

For example, when we traveled to Jamaica for a long weekend to celebrate our wedding anniversary in June 2023, I only used spray. On our last afternoon there, the wind made me miss some areas around my shoulders and I burnt. My skin took more than two weeks to heal; signifying the UV intensity.

Nothing makes me cringe more than seeing people burnt to a crisp on with very first day of holiday. Not only because I know the pain they will be in as they try to sleep – but also because I am seeing a complete waste of money. 

You spend thousands of dollars to holiday.  Then remain in pain the entire time, limited on what you can enjoy, having to shy away from the sun your traveled to experience.

Rhondi Rule #412: Always wear sunscreen. Because it is simply the ultimate in adulting!

Monday, April 21, 2025

R IS FOR REMEMBERING

Remembering my Dad.
Taken: SPRING 1996

 
To the living, I am gone.

To the sorrowful, I will never return.

To the angry, I was cheated.

But to the happy, I am at peace,

And to the faithful, I have never left.


I cannot speak, but I can listen.

I cannot be seen, but I can be heard.

So as you stand upon a shore, gazing at a beautiful sea,

As you look upon a flower and admire its simplicity,

Remember me.


Remember me in your heart:

Your thoughts, and your memories,

Of the times we loved,

The times we cried,

The times we fought,

The times we laughed.

For if you always think of me, I will never be gone

Author ~ Margaret Mead

Saturday, April 19, 2025

Q IS FOR QUIET

 

The older I get.... It seems
quiet is what I seek most.
TAKEN: JULY 23rd, 2022
(Me, floating around Orillia Lake)
I'm not quite sure what happened. Ten years ago, I’d jumped through hoops to stay busy with friends and family but for the last couple of years, I just generally want to be left alone.

I suspect it started with the social distancing mandate that COVID had us live through. Then, as health issues began to plague my travel buddy hubby, I just became hyper focused on him and our home.

I suspect the icing on the cake was when I changed jobs at the end of 2021 and slowly began working from home (I only leave my home office a couple of days a month).

There are times when I feel guilty that I enjoy my seclusion - but as I can see retirement on my horizon, I feel I have earned my quiet moments.

 I truly feel I have spent my life in the service of others. Nursed both my parents to their death before I turned forty and gave my children ever possible opportunity I could manage.  In some areas, I think by doing so I failed them in some way. (…Maybe more than one.)

As we entertained fourteen for dinner Good Friday, my hubby and I decided that Saturday was going to be our day of rest.

The best reward?

A quiet nap.

It was perfect!

Friday, April 18, 2025

P IS FOR PODBEAN

A snapshot of some of my
latest PodBean episodes.
TAKEN: APRIL 18th,  2024

As I mentioned in my A is for Audio post, I decided to start a podcast platform. As predicted, I only complimented my first three offerings with a posted audio file.

I have promised myself I will go back and catch up but it will take me some time. I am thinking if I try to tackle one a day for the month of May, I just might get there.

Next year, my letter E is definitely going to be for EFFORT.

Like I've always said, it's the thought that counts!

Click here to check out my 2025 posts so far.

Thursday, April 17, 2025

O IS FOR ORANJESTAD

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

 

Our lovely neighbour texting me
a snowy photo of our home.
TAKEN: November 23, 2022

I read somewhere that great neighbours make ordinary communities extraordinary, and I tend to agree.

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

 

My meaningful tradition.
TAKEN: APRIL 2025
Palm Beach, Aruba


Well, I am back home and trying to play catch up. I started posting whilst I was away but the sun and the sand convinced me that there was a bigger plan in place.

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.

Monday, April 14, 2025

L IS FOR LIGHTHOUSE

My Travel Buddy Hubby
at the California Lighthouse
(on Northwestern tip of Aruba)
TAKEN: APRIL 11th, 2025

 

Drone shot highlighting the
Sasariwichi dunes. Breathtaking!
(c) Wikipedia
Taken prior to the 2016 - 2017
restoration of the lighthouse.



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

That is all. Thanks for checking in. Seacrest OUT!!


Tuesday, February 25, 2025

FOUR YEAR HIATUS

TOP: South Carolina x's 2 (2014), NOLA x's 2 (2017), Miami (2018)
MID: NYC (2019), Key West (2022), Woodstock NY (2022)
LOWER: OBX (2022), Vegas (2023), (Nashville 2023)

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If there is one thing I know to be true, it is that once my travel buddy hubby and I decide on something, it is in the past and not the direction we are going. That was until Donald Trump (Part Deux) happened.

Thanks to his executive orders, we decided to unexpectedly cancel our trip to Red Rock Amphitheater, and to tour Colorado this summer. That said, in the back of my mind I felt there may be hope in the cross-border travel department.

I was hopeful that severe looming tariffs and general uncertainties may get settled amicably between our countries. And our personal choice to boycott American travel may see reprieve. Well, the announcement yesterday that they will move forward no matter what, has proved me wrong.

So, it is official. For the next four years, we will not cross into the United States and spend any of our hard-earned money on their soil.

Now, some may say that won’t matter, as we’ve only spent a little over $50,000 USD in the last decade in cross border travel into the United States (which includes the two years of being grounded for COVID). BUT, according to the National Travel and Tourism Office, Canadians spent $30.5 billion in our next-door neighbours’ yard: last year alone.

I will share that I am not a political person trolling to have my opinions heard. I have my beliefs and outside of trying to get my husband to engage in the dialogue, I generally keep my thoughts to myself.

That said, when trying to re-plan my husband’s milestone birthday in July in Canada it's presented challenges. Even though it is only the end of February, we’re simply late to the planning party. Outside of a long weekend in Old Montreal, I feel I may need to bribe him to stay home and renovate the cottage.

In doing do, we are extremely committed that all items will be manufactured by Canadian companies. 

I feel this is a time (just like when I was bullied in my tween-hood) where we need to hold our heads high, prove our strong resilience, and leave those doing the bullying in our rear view mirror. (An ode to the fact that none of my bullies ever so much as graduated high school.)

Even worse, I hate that I have to entertain this orange bully in my home for more four years, rather than the fifteen minutes they say he was entitled to a little over eight years ago.

Monday, February 17, 2025

MY KINDA BLING

I wish I would have had this wee
beauty back in December!
TAKEN: FEBRUARY 7th, 2025

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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!!

Saturday, February 8, 2025

INSIDE THE LIFE & MURDER

 

(c) The Toronto Star - All rights reserved
Article published February 8th, 2025

COLLINGWOOD, Ont.—Ashley Milnes Schwalm’s family and friends say they now recognize the warning signs.

There was the controlling behaviour, such as how James — her ultra-fit firefighter husband — made her follow his own strict diet. When friends brought groceries for a weekend stay, their food would disappear and on the dinner menu would be extra lean turkey chili. The fridge was stocked according to his meal plan, and nothing else.

And the isolation, how he insisted on the move from Toronto to Collingwood — a place they both knew well as longtime members of Craigleith Ski Club, where they had married in 2012. Ashley missed her close-knit circle of family and friends. While James was gone three or four nights a week to work at a fire station in Brampton; she stayed home to look after their children.

On the surface, James, they acknowledge, did not fit the stereotype of a domestic abuser. He cultivated an image of a selfless and loving father, husband, active volunteer and successful firefighter with Brampton Fire and Emergency Services. Police were never called to their home, and if Ashley knew the danger that lurked, she never said.

Still, looking back, her friends and family tell the Star they now think of James Schwalm as a cold, narcissistic, “control freak.” His true nature, they believe, came out the night of Jan. 25, 2023, when he strangled Ashley at home with their son, 9, and daughter, 6, nearby in their bedrooms.

That night, Ashley called to her son to get her cellphone so she could call the police; James ordered him back to bed. James then dressed his wife’s dead body in hiking clothes, drove to the ski hills and doused the Mitsubishi Outlander with gasoline before sending it off the side of the road down an embankment. He then lit it on fire, fled into the early morning darkness and began preparing himself to perform the role of the grieving husband.

Across Canada, scores of women are killed by their intimate partners each year; abusive men are often at their most dangerous when the relationship is about to fall apart.

Few cases, however, involve the level of planning that’s detailed in the evidence of what James Schwalm did that night and in the days after, when he tried, and failed, to enact an elaborate coverup. 

On Monday, Justice Michelle Fuerst will sentence him to an automatic life sentence for second-degree murder. Last year, he pleaded to the charge rather than face trial for first-degree murder. All that’s now left is for the judge to decide how long Schwalm must spend in prison before he can apply for parole. (He will have no guarantee of parole upon his first eligibility date, nor ever.)

Since Ashley’s murder, her family and friends have declined media requests for interviews. But as her killer’s sentencing day approached, they agreed to talk to the Star — because “someone needs to be her voice.”

In interviews, they say they hope speaking openly can help raise awareness of the fact intimate partner violence can be covert and take many forms.

How they remember Ashley

Ian and Shelley Milnes raised their four children, Lesley, Lindsay, Ashley and Ian David in tree-filled, picturesque Hoggs Hollow near Yonge and York Mills. Ian thrived in finance and could afford family memberships at some of the city’s most exclusive clubs, such as the Granite Club. The family’s retreat was a chalet, near Collingwood, with a tennis court on a large corner lot.

Ian called his youngest daughter “Boo Boo,” after Yogi Bear’s sidekick. The name stuck, and loved ones today still refer to her as “Boob.”

When Ashley was having fun, “you were getting pulled into the dance.”

Ashley went to Havergal College and the School of Liberal Arts, a small, independent high school where she met Laura Stavro-Beauchamp. When she thinks of her friend, Stavro-Beauchamp can “hear her squealing and giggling and having fun. That was a huge part of her.”

On a quiet weeknight together at Dalhousie University in Halifax, they’d grab teas, jump in Ashley’s Toyota Celica and drive to the airport singing along to Whitney Houston, she recalled.

If you were around Ashley and she was having fun, “you were getting pulled into the dance,” Stavro-Beauchamp said.

“She was very good at putting people at ease because she was so warm, and caring.”

Ashley left Dalhousie to be with her mother when she was battling cancer. Shelley Milnes died at 55 in 2004, leaving behind a shattered family.

Ashley’s parents had been together for 31 years — for her, it was proof a couple could stay happily married. 

In her interviews with the Star, Ashley’s sister Lindsay stressed the importance of ensuring the privacy of the couple’s two children, now being raised by her brother and his wife.

But she wants attention on her sister’s murder — “If boob’s story can help one person I … want to help,” she said.

She also wants to dispel “the narrative,” in letters the Schwalm family submitted to the court, which describe James as a “doting husband and father” — but for the monstrous act he committed.

“It certainly wasn’t the person I saw,” Lindsay said in an interview from her Toronto home, remembering one instance, around 2017, when she heard him call Ashley the c-word in an argument. She remembered looking at him and saying, “If you ever call my sister that again — I don’t care how pissed you are, you never use that word.”

The full, intimate details of what happened during their relationship will only ever be known by James and Ashley. However, court records and the accounts of those close to Ashley paint a portrait of a relationship that, despite a couple’s efforts to keep up an outward image of happiness and success was draped in troubling signs of abuse. 

James’s parents, Dianne and Peter, through their lawyer, Joelle Klein, declined to comment. In their letter to the court, they wrote that they “never expected him to act in a way that was so counter and polar opposite to our beliefs.”

The firefighter with a ‘megawatt smile’

James, born in 1984, is the oldest of the Schwalm’s three children. The Lawrence Park family owned a cottage in the Kawarthas and a ski chalet a few minutes’ drive to the Craigleith, one of several private ski clubs in the Collingwood area.

Peter was an accountant; Dianne worked her way up to be a senior marketing executive at Warner Brothers. In 1998, she co-founded Canada’s Walk of Fame.

The job brought cool perks for her kids. In his late teens, James pulled into local events behind the wheel of the Warner Brothers’ Hummer to promote summer blockbusters.

His aunt, a retired Toronto police officer, told court in a letter that her nephew grew up admiring her profession, “and often wished he could do something to help the public.” So, in his early 20s, James signed up as a volunteer firefighter, which eventually led to a full-time position in Brampton.

A close friend of James, who asked not to be identified, recalled how he was over the moon after meeting Ashley at a party when they were in their 20s.

“She was just that girl, so for James it was like: ‘She wants me? She loves me?’ (The friend said she never saw an unpleasant side to Schwalm, describing him as charismatic with a “megawatt smile.”)

As friends remember, Ashley loved what James represented — a future with a stable household and the potential for family.

On Sept. 15, 2012, they married in a lavish ski-hill-side ceremony. They arrived in a horse and carriage, and staged a game of tennis in tux and wedding dress. Each room at the Craigleith Ski Club was decorated so their 160 guests would have a “taste of all four seasons.”

“I’ve been picturing that moment since I was a little girl,” Ashley was quoted in a wedding magazine. “I truly felt like a princess and isn’t that how you’re supposed to feel on your wedding day.”

By 2018, the parents of two young children had moved into the family-friendly Lockhart neighbourhood. James enlisted firefighter buddies to help with a home renovation; throughout, he kept his social media followers updated with the progress, along with photos of himself doing firefighter training, while Ashley’s online postings prominently featured their kids.

In one photo, from 2019, James and Ashley can be seen smiling at the fire station over his promotion to platoon captain — the children climbing over their dad in front of the big red fire truck.

Online and in person, the couple was keen for people to think they were a happy family, and that the kids were healthy and well cared for. But beneath the perfect surface, there were cracks.

A friend remembered feeling “uncomfortable” watching James “study” his wife closely when she talked to other people. She remembered, too, how he resented that she solicited advice from her dad, who lives in Nassau.

When the Milnes family gathered, James made little effort to join in, Lindsay said of her brother-in-law. “We’d all be in the kitchen, talking or cooking whatever, and he’d be sitting on a couch and turn over and look, with a magazine in his hands … watching and listening to what everyone was saying.”

In the spring of 2022, while working as a project co-ordinator for Patty Mac, a luxury home and chalet builder, Ashley and her boss had an affair. For her family and close friends, it was out of character — a sign of how desperately lonely she must have been.

That holiday season, Ashley told her family she was contemplating leaving James. She sent her sister a message — “all out of love” — quoting from the Air Supply song, but they never discussed specifics of her affair before the murder. 

When a man kills a current or former partner, the warning signs are often missed — but when many men kill many women over many years, the patterns of violence tell a chillingly consistent story.

Ontario’s chief coroner has tasked the Domestic Violence Death Review Committee to probe every death by intimate partner homicide, and find ways to help prevent future killings.

Since 2003, the committee has reviewed nearly 400 cases, involving 434 victims. On average, about 27 people die in an intimate-partner homicide each year in Ontario; 85 per cent of the victims are female.

From these cases, the committee has prepared a list of dozens of risk factors for intimate-partner homicide: They include a history of domestic violence; obsessive or controlling behaviour; alcohol and drug use; depression; sexual jealousy; access to guns; and more — in most killings, several factors are present simultaneously.

And, in two out of every three intimate-partner homicides in Ontario, the victim is killed at the end of a relationship or as it is beginning to fall apart. 

The year of Ashley

In 2022, the wife of Ashley’s boss found out. She called Ashley at her dad’s place in Nassau, where she was celebrating her 40th birthday, giving a two-hour ultimatum: Tell James, or she would. So Ashley did.

(Ashley’s former boss and his then-wife did not respond to the Star’s requests for interviews.)

The Schwalms’ home life soon became toxic. James had surveillance cameras installed and insisted Ashley surrender her phone to him for inspection. She changed jobs and began working for another builder.

The couple agreed to try and rebuild their marriage through counselling, but James turned elsewhere. According to an agreed statement of facts read out in court at his guilty plea, he began “nurturing a relationship” with the now-separated wife of Ashley’s old boss.

The two were regularly in touch by text; James even gave her a cover name in his phone to hide the relationship from Ashley. And, on Jan. 21, 2023, he sent the woman a text message letting her know it was over with Ashley, and he was resolved to do what would make him happy.

At the same time, James was telling anyone who would listen about Ashley’s affair, her friends and family said.

Lindsay recalled telling her little sister she would spend the rest of her life “paying for this” — he would never let it go, she explained. Ashley “had embarrassed him in front of his friends, her friends, the whole Craigleith community.” (Lindsay’s voice filled with anger as she remembered the last year of her sister’s life; how James was “painting himself as this victim of this affair, meanwhile he’s doing the same thing.”)

Christan Bosley, one of Ashley’s oldest friends, was so alarmed in the final months that she asked countless times “if James was abusing her.”

Bosley declined the Star’s request for an interview but wrote of that time in one of many victim impact statements read out at James’s sentencing hearing. “I still spend days, hours and minutes haunted by the many warning signs missed along the way,” she wrote.

Ashley downplayed the worry, but “I shared my concern for the control he so clearly demanded over her and her children.”

A few weeks before James killed Ashley, she told Bosley: “I am choosing my happiness and the safety of my children. It’s going to be the year of Ashley and I can’t wait.”

She’d also told her friend she was working on her will.

Looking back, Lindsay emphasizes that Ashley was not herself in the last year of her life. She believes James “caught wind” of her plan to leave, which is why she believes he made a plan to kill her.

What they suspected

Before murdering Ashley, James pre-positioned his mother’s borrowed car as a getaway vehicle. He then drove his wife’s body out to stage a fiery crash. His movements that night were caught on surveillance footage. He sparked the blaze using a lighter bearing his own initials.

To try and cover his tracks, he faked a text conversation using Ashley’s phone. To explain why the gas was inside the SUV, he wrote: “Eww I left the gas cans in my car and it smells.”

When he returned to the house, he told the kids their mom had left to go on a hike; he repeated the lie to police.

When Ian Milnes called Lindsay from Nassau to tell her Ashley had died in a car crash, she suspected James was involved — but not to the extent to which he was.

Ashley loved to hike, she reasoned, but not pre-dawn after heavy snow, 20 minutes from home.

"There’s no way Boob was hiking at 5 a.m., at Craigleith by herself,” Lindsay said. Still, she remembered thinking, perhaps, they’d had a fight; that Ashley drove off and got in an accident.

But as the week went on, his stories weren’t adding up.

As the Craigleith community was rallying around the grief-stricken firefighter and children — as friends and neighbours delivered food and flowers and messages with their condolences — Lindsay heard him say something that left her dumbstruck: “I’ve got an alibi.”

“I looked at my husband and said this isn’t right … and made him take me back to the police.” 

Soon, the investigation revealed a mountain of evidence — life insurance policies, footprints leading away from the crash, incriminating internet searches and the manufactured text messages.

James Schwalm was arrested on Feb. 3, 2023. He is set to learn his fate on Monday. 

“I hope he spends the rest of his life where he is,” Lindsay told the Star.

“Her life is over; why should he get to live his?”

The Milnes family has requested that donations can be made in Ashley’s honour to My Friends House, a non-profit agency offering support for abused women in the Georgian Triangle.

The website is www.myfriendshouse.ca


All writing credit granted to Betsy Powell

Betsy Powell is a Toronto-based reporter covering crime and courts for the Star. 

Follow her on Twitter: @powellbetsy.


Wednesday, February 5, 2025

CHANGE OF PLANS

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As I mentioned in my Month of Mondays post in January, my upcoming milestone birthday trip was set, and my travel buddy hubby’s was still in the planning stages. Well, he’d decided he wanted to go to the world famous Red Rocks Amphitheater, just outside Denver Colorado. (If you're not familiar with it, l suggest you look it up.)

Tickets were purchased, hotels and an AirBnb were booked, for us to enjoy a concert and a weeklong road trip through the state. Well, as Canadians know, last Saturday night, all hell broke loose. This three-word disaster is best known to the world as President Donald Trump!

By Monday morning our dollar was worth a whopping .49986 cents to the US dollar, and a conversation over lunch had my husband and I decided to sell our tickets, cancel our lodging for refund, and scrap his bucket list trip.

Top - Proof of Purchase - screenshots
Bottom - ZBB Budweiser Stage 
TAKEN: July 14th, 2023

Then, out of the blue, we discovered the Zac Brown Band was coming back to Ontario. I immediately got on the alerts list and registered to become a member of Zamily - a member of the the Zac Brown Family; to have a two day jump on the sale of the tickets.

When my husband called to remind me that tickets when on sale at 10am this morning, I immediately confirmed my intent. “I’m going for the front row, Baby!!”

Well, you can see by the photo, I was successful of snagging two front row tickets. Which makes me think it is a little bit of karma playing in our favour.

I have only ever been lucky enough to see one other amazing artist at this venue and snag the front row.

It was Sheryl Crow. 

The tickets I had to sell that we were going to see perform at Red Rocks.

Though we had to restart planning for his 'Canadian' bucket list birthday trip, I can't help but think  about the ticket thing.....

Kind of a full circle moment, wouldn’t you say?

Sunday, February 2, 2025

STYLE OF WHITE

 

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

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?!?