Sun peeks out from behind two trees

I'm a slow learner when it comes to the camera in my smartphone, but the sun and clouds were so pretty a few days ago, I just had to pull out my phone and try to capture the sun peeking between the branches of these trees.
The first is at the Redcliff Library, where we had stopped for reading material, and the second is near our house. I was so intent on getting the clouds into the picture that I almost lost the glimpse of sun in that one.

Posted for
Skywatch Friday

Our elderly darling loves kitchens

Our golden girl, Lindy, does sleep in other parts of the house from time to time, but her favourite place is always the kitchen, because one never knows when a human might decide to pass on a delicious morsel to this smiling face.
Lindy has been blind for a couple of years, and has adapted to it by using her nose. She knows where she is, and what she wants, in the house, in the yard, and in the neighbourhood.

Posting for
Our World Tuesday

Beautiful spring sky in Florida

It's Friday again here on the lone prairie, and I went through some photos and decided I like these clouds in a blue Florida sky. We were down there to watch baseball's Spring Training. Lots of fun to watch with no pressure on a player to do anything except improve hisownself, and nothing for a fan to do except relax and enjoy the game...if she can see past another fan's hat.

Posting for
Skywatch Friday
hosted by Yogi, Sandy, and Sylvia.

Where the deer and the antelope played

It has been a few years since we've seen a herd of antelope up close. These photos were taken five years ago. It was Lindy's first experience with a nearby herd since we had adopted her, and she was fascinated.
We're so proud of Lindy, because we never heard her bark at any wildlife except gophers (properly called Richardson's ground squirrels here). She is, however, intent on observing these larger mammals.

Lindy and I are
sharing these
photos for
Our World Tuesday.

Photos by
Lindy's daddy
Richard Schear

Who is that plump person in Casablanca?

Posting this picture of the North African sky for Skywatch Friday this week.
We were in Casablanca in the winter of 2008, during a cruise from Barcelona to the Canary Islands.

 Photo by my husband, Richard Schear

Walking to the coulee to visit the deer

Sharing with Our World Tuesday.

Southern Alberta has many hills and valleys, called coulees, sculpted by long-ago glaciers.
Above is the coulee where Lindy loved to go with her daddy because they usually saw deer.
Lindy was fascinated with the deer, probably because none of them wore collars and leashes and, especially, snowboots. She was always sure they were having more fun that she was having.
She would tug on her leash, trying to get Dick to go closer to those beautiful animals, but she never barked. Never once barked at a deer.
In the winter, they come to our house, to feast on the ornamental crabapples on the tree in the front yard where there's no fence.
Lindy used to have a seat at the dining room window, and she'd see the deer coming, three, four, five or more at a time. They'd walk right past her window, and she'd just watch them.
Now that she is old and blind, she can't see them any more, so she doesn't sit under the window now. She sits, instead, on the couch where there's usually a mom or a dad to come to cuddle with her.
If she's lying on the floor, and I sit on the couch, she'll move until she is covering my feet, as if to say, "You don't need to go anywhere, Mom. I'll keep your feet warm for you. You like warm feet, and I like having you here."
Photos (not recent) by my husband, Richard Schear, Lindy's daddy

"The lonely sea and the sky"

Today I'm joining Skywatch Friday with this photo of sky and sea, with the faint line of an island in between. My husband, Richard Schear, captured this picture on our South Pacific cruise in November, somewhere between French Polynesia and Hawaii. (Funny, after we left Hawaii to sail to Los Angeles, we didn't see any islands at all!)

I seem to have a theme going here...

The photos below were taken on the island of Bora Bora when we visited French Polynesia in November, 2015.
The first shows the iconic overwater huts, some of which are as lavishly furnished and decorated as any first-class hotel.
I am posting them here for Our World Tuesday...

Photos by my husband, Richard Schear

Tahitian sunset behind tropical trees

Sunset on the island of Tahiti during our visit to French Polynesia in November.
Sharing with this week's Skywatch Friday.

More Moorea for Our World Tuesday

Kay Davies and Richard Schear, November, 2015

Continuing the theme set on Skywatch Friday with this, another photo of the sky over the beautiful French Polynesian island of Moorea.
Posted for Our World Tuesday.
We visited Tahiti and Bora Bora as well as Moorea on a cruise that also took us to Hawaii before crossing the Pacific to California. It was our second transoceanic voyage...both the Atlantic and the Pacific were pond-calm for us.

Evening skies over Moorea

Richard Schear photos

Almost always "a day late and a dollar short" I am posting these photos for the Sky Watch Friday meme at pretty much the last possible moment.
My husband took these evening photos on the island of Moorea in French Polynesia when we visited there this winter...certainly much warmer sights than the photo I posted for Our World Tuesday this week!
We pampered ourselves by staying at the Hotel Fenua Mata'i'oa on Moorea, where the owners and staff pampered us also.
Moorea is exquisite...much prettier than the island of Tahiti and, yes, prettier than Bora Bora.
— Kay

Little tree in sparkly snow

This little tree is only a few feet away from me as I sit at my desk. It's just outside the door and I love to look at it.
I hope you can see the snow sparkling around it in this photo, which I'm posting for the Our World Tuesday meme.

At the other end of the couch

Lindy Davies-Schear, January 9, 2016 — Richard Schear photo

For anyone who's wondering why we let our dog get away with this, the truth is: it is Lindy's couch.
We used to have our recliners at that end of the room, facing the TV, with an ottoman between us, for Lindy.
Eventually, we had to add one, two, and finally three extra pieces of furniture so that Lindy could "jump" up onto the ottoman because the truth was: she could no longer jump.
So I took it upon myself to buy Lindy's couch. I ordered it under the false impression that both ends would recline while the centre stayed stable. Yes, the centre remains stable, and both ends have foot-rests that come up after a rather tiring (for me) pull on a handle, and which go back down after an equally exhaustive pull in the opposite direction, but neither end reclines.
Dick's end, of course, operates smoothly because, well, that's life...
However, the couch is definitely Lindy's, as planned. She'll climb up onto the middle with the use of a one-step stool instead of three, and she'll rest with her head in my lap. Should I happen to get up, however, all bets are off, and I return to find her where I used to be.
Because the his-and-my recliners are at the opposite side of the room, beside the TV, I have to lift Lindy if I want to sit down, and she weighs a lot (minimum) or a ton (maximum).
But it's all worth it...all for love of the dog.
In the photo above, Lindy is sleeping at her daddy's end of the couch, the end with the lamp, and the curio cabinet for his various papers and things, and the overly-large "tv table" he uses as a desk and/or for his evening meal.
I sometimes wish I had one of those tables, too, but they're plug-ugly, so I put up with the tiny but pretty end table I have to move around to face me when we're eating in the living room, which is most of the time.
And it's all worth it...all for love of the dog.

Joining with Camera Critters
 http://camera-critters.blogspot.ca/ today.

Tuesday photo of Lindy sleeping

Our Lindy sleeps a great deal, because she's a senior dog and doesn't have the energy she used to have. In fact, it's hard for my husband to get her to walk to the end of the block, and she won't walk with me at all unless I tell her we're going to the car. Then she's happy.
I took a photo of her with my new LG G4 phone/camera—my favourite subject and my first photo—but I don't know how to upload it to my computer for cropping, etc.
I'm going to try it, without any help, because my husband is refereeing basketball, but I'm not sure if it will work. So, I'm not sure if my photo for Our World Tuesday will be posted on Tuesday or on Wednesday.
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Okay, it's Wednesday. Late Wednesday afternoon, in fact. But with some help from the Big Guy before he left for basketball again, and then some guessing on my part, we have the first photo ever imported from my LG G4 to my computer, from there to my page www.unfittie.blogspot.ca and then to Our World Tuesday.
PS — I ended up e-mailing the photo to myself. One day I'll learn how to send photos from the phone to my computer's photo program.

Lindy sleeping on the floor while I work at my computer. Yes, this is my world.

Kay Davies photo

Happy Hogmanay, as the Scots say

It is now 2016, a leap year, so I've been told. It's quiet in my house. My husband and our darling Lindy are asleep, and I'm feeling grateful for blogging friends who have waited out my long dry spell on the 'net.

I don't know what the future holds,

but I hope it holds the chance for me to write again.

Right now, I'm thinking of all my poet/writer/photographer friends

who keep blogs and memes going

when I am unable to participate.

Thank you, all.

Here's hoping 2016 will be a productive year

for all of us...

HAPPY NEW YEAR

Photo from Lindy's archives.

Lindy's last years will be fun ones

At one time, Lindy was slim and trim and could walk for miles.

Some readers of my blog may remember our darlin' dog, Lindy. She is old now, but we don't know how old...12 or 13 years, perhaps, according to Medicine Hat's SOS Dog Rescue, from whom we adopted her in 2009.
Definitely in her doggy dotage, and blind now as well.
Although we leave her with friends, whom she loves, when we travel by plane, we always miss her, every day.
So my husband, Richard Schear, has decided we will take a road trip once a year so Lindy can come with us. She loves to stay in hotels, and also settles down quickly whenever we go from one hotel to another. As long as she has a familiar blanket and her big pink pig (who grunts, which she prefers to toys that squeak), she feels right at home.
She doesn't like long walks any more...nor do I, for that matter...so we send The Big Guy out with a camera, and he returns with plenty of photos, like this one taken at Bryce Canyon, Utah, when we visited the Four Corners states: Utah, Colorado, Arizona and New Mexico.

Bryce Canyon, Utah, Richard Schear photo

I feel I should apologize to my fellow blogspot bloggers, because I've been unable to keep up with my Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travels for quite some time now. I've had some health problems, nothing major (I hope) but enough to interfere with the writing I would like to be doing.
Growing old isn't easy when it messes with your head, but it is certainly interesting.
I'm wishing all of you success in 2016, whether with your writing, your job, or your photography, and I'll join you when I can.
Kay

Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, Earth

I’m an old lady, so I’ve lived on this planet for a fairly long time.

I live in Alberta, so I know how much the people of this province depend upon the “oil patch” for their fuel, and for their livelihoods.

I am, however, old enough to remember when it wasn’t like this. I remember when Albertans were moving to British Columbia for jobs. The oil hadn’t been discovered yet. I am a British Columbian, and some of our dearest friends were Albertans who’d had to move.

Then suddenly, the oil boom happened, and young people were leaving BC in droves, searching for jobs in the almighty oil-patch.

Now, people across the country have been made aware of the danger to our entire country posed by leaks in oil lines, by accidents with tanker trucks, or, to our horror, an oil train explosion.

The health implications are horrendous. The dangers to the planet even worse.

“Oh, you tree-huggers want us to lose our jobs,” say the angry Albertans, most of whom would lose their jobs if the transportation and use of oil as a fuel is stopped, so I understand their feeling.

But moving oil by any means must, nevertheless, be stopped.

For the sake of the planet, it must be stopped.

There is only one answer, and it is not easy. It will cost the country and the provinces a lot of money. It will cost oil barons a lot of money. And it will cost oilworkers their jobs.

There is only one answer, and it is retraining those oilworkers to build wind turbines, solar panels, and geothermal heating.

Europe is doing it. 

Yes, countries are smaller in Europe, but there are leaders in those small countries who know a change must be made, so they’re making it.

Re-training, subsidized by the federal and provincial governments, will not cause mass unemployment if done in connection with the building of a new power structure...solar, wind, and geothermal power are the answer.

Take a look at what has been accomplished in Europe...European countries are more densely populated, but almost any roof can support solar panels, and even the most populated countries are still finding places for wind turbines.

“Ooh, they’re ugly.”

“I don’t like them.”

“Not in my back yard.”

Okay, maybe not wind turbines in back yards, although I might welcome one here in our large yard when our old dog has no more use for it. And geothermal heating causes an upheaval in peaceful suburban and even urban landscapes, but only for the short time, not for the long term.

Ah, yes, solar panels...my husband says they’re not worth the investment because they’ll never pay back the cost of installation. Yes, he’s right, we wouldn’t recoup the cost because we are, as I mentioned, not young any more. But would solar panels on our south-facing roof increase the value of “this old house”? Indeed, they would.

Besides, the cost should not be a major factor.

Cost not a factor?

What kind of old nasty hippy commie freak am I?

The kind who, although I love my creature comforts, such as they are, would like the planet to be safe for our children and grandchildren, nieces and nephews.

For shame, I've been gone too long

I promised Winnie and the cats at the blog The Chair Speaks that I would stop procrastinating and post this photo to my own blog.
It was taken after our dog Lindy had surgery last year. In fact, the photo is of Lindy napping with her mommy on New Year's Eve, 2014, so you can see how active we are around here (not very).
Thanks, Winnie, for the nudge into action.
And for those who know Lindy, she recovered wonderfully well and now, although not as active as she used to be, she is a happy, happy dog.

Richard Schear, photo

Just yesterday, we went to one of Lindy's favourite stores. She isn't allowed past the grocery-cart lobby at Costco, so she waits there with one of us while the other one shops. While I was sitting with her, she met a lovely little 7-month-old baby who had just started walking. She walked right up to Lindy, and received a dog-kiss, which thrilled her.
Lindy can't see any more, but she knows when someone is nearby, and is especially fond of young children. She sits still while they pat her, pet her, and hug her. She's a darlin' old girl, for sure.

One of the world's heroes

Dr. Jane Goodall, DBE

I said yesterday I would tell you why my husband and I went to Calgary. Here is the reason...yes...to meet Dr. Jane Goodall and to listen to her talk to a crowd of thousands in the Jubilee Auditorium.

We fell in love with her.

Having admired her for so many years, we both expected to enjoy her talk, but we were completely blown away.

How many 81-year-olds could bring so many people to their feet, applauding, laughing, and crying at once?

Meeting a woman who has long been a heroine to both of us.

Hugging Icelandic horses on a farm northwest of Calgary, as I told you about yesterday, was a bonus. The real thrill of the week was meeting Dr. Jane.

Now my husband Dick (Richard Schear) and I are contemplating ways in which we can join in the amazing work this wonderful woman is doing.

You see, it's not just studying chimpanzees any more. Dr. Jane is now an activist rather than a scientist. She established the Jane Goodall Institute in 1977,  and since then she has been actively working to save the planet, one child, one school, one town, one city at a time. Calgary, Alberta, has been completely won over. The mayor of Calgary, Naheed Nenshi, calls her one of the world's heroes.
Her Roots and Shoots program is active in Calgary schools and the children who participate are already making a difference to their world.

We both came away inspired, each with a copy of her latest book 50 Years at Gombe, with its fabulous National Geographic cover shot of a young Jane grooming a chimpanzee (i.e. looking for bugs) while the nonchalant chimp munches on bananas.
Thanks to Vets to Go for producing a wonderful evening and for bringing one of the world's heroes to Alberta.

Communicating with one of her chimps in Gombe

Better late than...I don't know what

It's now almost three months since I posted anything to my blog.
I can't really call myself a blogger any more, can I?

Well, to help remedy the situation, here are some photos my husband, Richard Schear, took during our recent trip to Calgary and beyond.

These are from the Wild Rose Icelandics horse farm, owned by our new friends Danielle and Kyle.

Danielle and I share a laugh.

My history with horses

I grew up in British Columbia, in what was then a small city surrounded by farms and orchards. I had plenty of opportunities to ride horses, and I did try, more than once, but the horses would always know I was afraid, so they would all toss me off. Very scary stuff, that.

I retained my fear of horses into adulthood, and into my old age, until last year when we visited Iceland and I met a herd of Icelandic horses. All they wanted was for me to hug them, and cuddle them, and sweet talk them. I was in love.

This week I was able to hug Icelandic horses again, and it was just as wonderful. We've been invited back, and I will certainly make sure we go.

Meanwhile, the photos...

This is Aurora.

This is Aurora's trick.
A finger held horizontally, then raised up in front of her nose, always produces this reaction.
Needless to say, I thought it was great fun, and had her do her trick again and again.

Next:

Coming soon to a blog near you: the reason we went to Calgary.

Limerick

via Google

I just realized it's been almost three weeks since I posted anything to my blog. I hardly dare call myself a blogger at all any more.

However, here is a little ditty for today. It sprang pretty well full blown into my head this morning, and is about a wooden puppet who met up with a very handy thief.

Amby Dexter was bereft

on discovering the theft...

now it seemed that

his right hand

was all that he had left.

Kay Davies, January, 2015

Flash 55— Man, you gotta go

hit the road

the open road

the long and very winding road

on your bike—

a biker’s bike—

so nevermore will you hitchhike

on your way

because today

you’ll know why the bikers say

gotta go

you gotta go

oh yeah, now, man, you gotta go...

the sky...the sun...the wind...the open road

55 words by Kay Davies, Jan. 3, 2015

I never wrote for Flash 55 when it was the purview of Galen Haynes, aka G-Man, aka Mr. Knowitall, clearly the man to be reckoned with if anyone exceeded his number count for this popular monthly challenge.

I was saddened, however, when many of my blogging friends expressed their grief for his death last month. I wish I had written for Flash 55, and wish I had come to know Galen in that special interpretation of the word know which only other bloggers can understand.

Kerry says that when Galen knew he had to retire from blogging, he turned the reins and the rights to Flash 55 over to The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, 

once a place where I had my own toadstool, and a place I am happy to visit whenever I can.

Today is the first Saturday of the month, and time for the Flash 55 challenge. Kerry added a new element to the prompt for the first Saturday of the year: a photo of a biker and his motorcycle, and she wrote "During the 50s in America,  a sub-culture emerged, depicting bikers as heroes who had cast off the shackles of a society they could not come to terms with. In fact the motorcycle and rider became symbolic of a rebellion against a system that the young rejected. This was manifest in the popular slogan 'Man, you gotta go' which expressed an inexplicable urge to be in motion for motion’s sake, rather than for some articulate reason – such as a destination."

I remember the 50s, when I was very young and thought motorcycles an extremely scary mode of transportation. When I was a little older, in the 60s, I realized my poor sense of balance probably had something to do with my opinion, and I've never, therefore, ridden a motorcycle nor even been a passenger on one. Nevertheless, I think I understand that 'inexplicable urge' Kerry mentions, 'to be in motion for motion's sake' and I've written 55 words about it here.

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WOMEN ARE THE WARRIORS

Women are the warriors our times call for. 

                         Aaron Paquette

Aaron Paquette is a First Nations Metis artist, author and speaker in western Canada.

He is the artist who created this, and is also the writer who wrote it. When I got in touch with him, he said, "Feel free to share..." so here is his message.

Thank you, Aaron. This is not only beautiful, I also feel it is important. I have changed only small things, but none of your words.

As a woman I cry for my country, my world, my planet...for our oceans and forests and the creatures who dwell therein. Thank you for granting us permission to share your words, and to display your art.

— Kay

Some people make the mistake of thinking women are only gatherers … gardeners … that they can only dig and pick and cultivate and hide.

I tell you that women are the strongest, smartest and most dangerous hunters the world has ever seen.

Individually, they may be physically overpowered, but in planning, in vision, in purpose and explosive action, they can’t be beat.

Any honest man will admit there is nothing that fills them with awe so much as their partner when she has made up her mind. She has become an unstoppable, indomitable will. If it’s against him, he’d better start running!

There’s a narrative that women are weak, that they’re vulnerable, that they are somehow less intelligent or capable than a man.

Well, they said that about serfs, about slaves, about people from other races. They say it about anyone they want to control.

You see, it’s the storytellers that rule the world.

And we repeat their stories.

It’s time for a new chapter.

It’s time to write a new reality.

It’s time to stand up and tell your story.

You are only vulnerable when you let others define you as vulnerable.

You are only weak if you let them convince you it’s true.

You are only ‘less than’ if you believe it.

Women are warriors. They are the ones who run with wolves, the ones who follow the moon. They are the ones who give life and they are the first story tellers their children will hear.

Women have all the power of humanity. All the power to shape the world.

Are you waiting for permission? Give it to yourself.

Are you waiting for your time? It’s now.

Are you waiting for a sign? Look around.

You are the linch-pin, the tipping of the scales.

The moment you say you’ve had enough. The moment you rise …

Everything changes.

We are in a battle for a future that our children, grandchildren and theirs can grow in, be safe in, be challenged in.

Part of it means taking time for yourself, for silence, to breathe and renew. Part of it means to let go for a while. You've been carrying heavy burdens.

There will be men who cling desperately to the idea that they have power over you. Outsmart them. Outmaneuver them. Out-plan and out-strategize.

There are so many more good men willing to be your allies, willing to be your support, willing to be your partners. We are your sons, after all.

We are in a battle for the soul of the planet.

And you are that soul.

You are the warriors.

And this is your time.

hiy hiy.

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Feel free to print this out, to share it, to hang it where you can see it.

-Aaron Paquette

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Aaron Paquette is a First Nations Metis artist, author and speaker based in Edmonton, Aberta. His bestselling novel 'Lightfinder' was published in 2014 through Kegedonce Press and is now in its 2nd printing.

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Once upon a time "Cleese" was "Cheese"

I interrupt the leisurely flow of my first morning in 2015 to bring you a bit of a book review. (I haven't read much yet.)

My husband received, from one of his many daughters, "So, Anyway...", the autobiography of British actor John Cleese of Monty Python and Fawlty Towers fame.
Said husband seldom reads books, perhaps one a year at most, perhaps one every second year. He doesn't plan to read this one until lolling at Lava Hot Springs for a week during our next road trip.
I, therefore, being out of new reading material myself, and the library being closed due to New Year's Day, am reading Cleese's autobiography.
I'm reading it despite never being a Monty Python fan, and also despite taking years to become willing to watch Fawlty Towers. (I was a few paragraphs into this writing before realizing I didn't know how to spell Fawlty.)
But enough about me, and back to the book: I got all the way to page 11 before I found a typo, so that's a good sign, and I've now finished the first chapter without finding another. However, the real news is that I'm enjoying it because the man can really write.
I recently re-read a number of book reviews by Dorothy Parker. If you haven't read any of those, please do. She could write better than I can, and, I daresay, better than John Cleese, and she did so in the 1920s.

But I digress. I have a long list of things to do in order to ready myself and my house for the new year, but I suspect I'll be more inclined to read the Cleese book than to clean the stove or sort all my old clothes.
Yes, I know the book hasn't received rave reviews, but it is an autobiography of the man, not of the Monty Python group, nor of the Fawlty Towers show, but of the man as he sees himself from the inside. (And, dear reader, please count how many times I used the word 'of' in the previous sentence, because I don't know how many.)
* * *
I am linking this, although it is not a poem, to Susie Clevenger's challenge for the first day of the New Year, in which she asks us to choose one of the quotations she has provided for the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.

"I think in terms of the day's resolutions, not the years."   Henry Moore