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In all the hurry-scurry involved with leaving his condo in tip-top shape for someone subletting it in his absence, John dashed over to McDonalds to grab a Big Mac.  When he drove up to the window, he heard the words, “No charge.  Someone paid it forward for you!”  What an uplift!

The final thing on his agenda last night was to safely bestow his beloved cat, Jasmine, a Tonkinese, into our care, taking time to cuddle her, and to repeat what he always says when they part, “I’ll be back.  I’ll be back.”

John was up at three this morning to catch a taxi to Pearson International Airport, flying to Houston, Texas, for a connecting flight on United to Bonaire.

“You’ve had a long vacation in Canada, and now you’re back home!

That is how the propietor of Prikichi Residence greeted John when she picked him up from Flamingo Airport .  In his phone call, he said, “And that’s how it felt.” John rented the same apartment that he had last year.

Bonaire lies just off the north shore of Venezuela (orange letters)

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The next map shows the three islands often referred to as The ABCs.  (Whoops!  Someone stuck an extra “n” in Bonaire.)


The Bonairian flag waves proudly from all government buildings.

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Kralendijk, the capital of Bonaire, has many sailing vessels bobbing in its turquoise bay, and welcomes cruise ships from around the world.


Is it any wonder Bonaire has become one of the top diving locations in the world?

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Our daughter, Dr. Joanna McDonald (2012)

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John in 2014 taking courses to become a Master Scuba Diving Trainer

John will be purchasing an underwater camera to replace the one that broke off of his equipment last year.  Lloyd and I are looking forward to seeing more of the wonders of the deep that call John back year after year.  Stay tuned!

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Special Visitor

A person who meant so much to me in my pig-tailed days is coming to visit my studio on Thursday!  Once upon a time, he was the hired man on our 100-acre farm.


Bert Kempster, tall with black wavy hair, loved to ride horses, drove a Model-T Ford, which had a rumble seat, and was ever so patient with my four sisters and I.  He had a marvellous way of recounting anecdotes!


Most exciting of all, he chewed Dentyne gum!  Back then, we tykes had never heard of such things as germs.  Unbeknownst to Bert, when he was out, my younger sister and I snuck into his room, pried off some gum he thought he had hidden on the back of his metal bedstead . . . and chewed it!!


Although I haven’t rode or exhibited horses like Bert has, I do share a love for them, and have painted four, fascinated by their intelligent eyes and graceful form.