This past week, we were away for a few days, visiting friends and family in the place we called home for over 20 years.
Whenever we round the curve in my feature photo, I breathe a big sigh of relief and have the same sense of āhomeā that I had when we first moved to the area.
Even though I was raised on the southern prairies, Iām sure it was the proximity to the northern tree line that welcomed and comforted me.
A month ago, after checking our long range forecast (cold, damp, windy, and smokey), and assuming correctly that Iād be mostly housebound, I set out to post 31 days in a row, concluding with my Fatherās Day post yesterday.
Now that Iāve achieved that goal, Iāll be cutting back to two or three posts a week.
Summer is arriving on June 20, and with our typically short duration of summer weather here on the Canadian prairies (Iām optimistic that itāll improve), itās time to get outside while the gettinās good.
Thanks, as always, for following along!
This photo was taken from the Statue of Liberty with NYC in the background.
Our āEast Tripā, as we refer to it, was one of many wonderful road trip vacations we were blessed to take Mom and Dad on.
Dadās comments, made with awe and wonderment in his voice, as he saw things he had thought heād never see in his life, make up a big part of my fondest travel memories.
Because hubs has decided in recent years that he isnāt a steak lover (and even though I am), I make a steak meal maybe only twice or three times a year.
The limited frequency actually makes it all the more enjoyable for me.
Sometimes, as the old adage goes, āyou just gotta do what you gotta doā.
At Madame Tussaudās wax museum in Las Vegas, most of the figures are so life-like, that I actually excused myself when I bumped into one, thinking it was a real person.
I knew that this guy was real in memory only, but I still enjoyed striking a pose with his wax doppelgƤnger.
Hubs and I had fun posing for this photo – pretending that were preparing to hike to the top of the tallest temple at the Altun Ha Mayan ruins in Belize.
So many wonderful travel memories come back when reviewing old photos.
Yesterday, when I walked to my downtown physio appointment, I came across a new structure that has popped up right smack in front of a major bank. Itās around two vehicles in length and is quite narrow. There may be a plan for a little patio, but itās at an intersection at whatās often a high traffic area, so it would be a less than pleasant place to stop for a coffee.
Why this was allowed in an area that already has limited parking and in a spot that should be designated as handicapped parking, is way beyond me.
Iām normally a person who is excited and positive about anything new in our little prairie city – this thing ā¦ not so much.
Wherever we travel, Iām always interested in seeing as much as possible of the local handmade goods. This, along with dining on local foods, gives me a sense of connection with the culture of the place weāre visiting.
These mosaic pieces at a market in CuraƧao caught my eye, and the eye of my camera. I didnāt purchase any of these, as my souvenirs are usually my photos – some of which I frame.
Do you scout out local arts and crafts in your travels?
After temporarily losing my sense of taste and smell, I found myself eating anything and everything in sight in hopes of tasting anything.
Thanks to the daily posts by a blogging friend, Anne, Iāve been able to resume my former, much healthier eating habits.
For a daily dose of positive outlook and determination, Anneās inspiring blog is definitely worth checking out.
Although there are many beautiful places in Arizona, the red rock formations and the culture, put Sedona among my favourite spots.
On our only visit there, several years ago, the Sedona International Film Festival was taking place.
As we roamed the streets, taking in the culture and surrounding scenery, I watched in hope and earnest, to spot someone famous. Sadly, it wasnāt meant to be.
Radically Retired 