The Return of D.G. Kaye – Flight Manifesto

D.G. Kaye Arizona


Some of you may have read my book, Have Bags, Will Travel, and could consider this post as a little side chapter to that book. And for those who haven’t, you will find a detailed accounting of my flight home from Phoenix, Arizona.


Arizona baggage with D.G. Kaye


My usual bag of tricks worked in preparation for airport packing strategy 101:


Hub had limited me to three bags between us instead of the allowable four. Although I’m not sure why he was so adamant because I became the lifter and schlepper of all bags. We were each allowed one carry on bag and one personal item. Said personal item for me is my purse, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t put whatever I needed in it, mainly another purse. I’d also brought with an extra folding bag for another carry on we may have needed for our return. Hey, it was regulation size and after all, hubby doesn’t carry a purse so surely he was allowed another ‘personal’ carry on item.

purse in a purse


Each suitcase is allowed up to 50 pounds weight. I had purchased my new trusted mini scale to weigh the bags before setting off to airport to avoid unpleasant surprises once the bags were ‘officially’ weighed. As it turns out, each of my three bags came in weighing 49.5 pounds. What a miracle. And thank goodness I brought that extra carry on, for a good 10-15 pounds weight of gifts I’d purchased.


I also had with me a huge plastic shopping bag with handles. This baby I use to put the extra carry bag inside along with coats, cowgirl hat, water bottles and any incidentals that wouldn’t fit my purse, just until I got to the boarding gate to avoid having to carry all that extra stuff. I know that big plastic bag would be a huge flag to boarding attendants, so for boarding purposes, the carry on comes out, the coats and hat get put on, and all other incidentals get thrown in wherever they may fit. Smaller purse had already been neatly tucked into bigger purse (okay, maybe it was a tote bag, disguised as a purse), where all other items that didn’t fit the smaller purse went : sunglasses, phone, kindle, notebook, water bottle, jewelry roll, make-up pouch, two masks, and some other crap. Smooth boarding!

Organized travel


Once on the plane, the hackers and sneezers begin their symphony of song. Besides the fact that I can’t stand the sight of blood, I know I couldn’t be a surgeon because I spent the better part of the flight adjusting my mask so I could breathe properly avoiding the fog up of my glasses. Hub and I had previously inhaled our Colloidal Silver spray in our mouth and nostrils as instructed by the naturopath, before boarding to prepare to fight off the germs circulating the airplane. (We weren’t interested in a repeat of last year’s return when we contacted influenza on the airplane.)  I felt secure with the Colloidal Silver circulating my throat and nasal passages and almost hesitated to wear the dreaded mask until Mr. Winnipeg sitting two seats away by the window began his sneezing and coughing repertoire and other sickies soon followed suit. I didn’t dare eat and barely took sips of my bottled water for fear of staying out of the mask too long. So I remained fussing and pulling at the mask to breathe with ease, already surrendering myself to odd looks from other passengers, where I no longer cared about their wondering looks about what disease it was that I may have had.


I caught my other seat mate, Miss Badly Glued on False Eyelashes, glancing at me, peeking through the corner of her eyes while on her Ipad. Her questioning eyes wondering why I was wearing a mask. I finally positioned my mask in a bearable position when I had to lift it when the stewardess passed by asking if I’d like to purchase anything from her cart of microwaved meals to eat. As I did so, I couldn’t help but wonder if the various orange marks from my lipstick had stained the mask and left their mark on various parts of my face as I politely declined her offer.


Mr. Germy Winnipeg in his shorts and sandals ( what’s up with these diehards wearing summer attire coming home to winter?), sat by the window and decided to shut the shade as the plane took off, keeping me from having my last arial views of the beautiful Arizona mountains. He was yapping to Miss False Eyelashes in the middle seat about having to fly all the way to Toronto just to connect and fly west back to Winnipeg. The lady in front carried her tiny poodle in a bag on her lap as she flapped away about how small the ‘doggy toilet’ area was in the airport and that she expected it to be much bigger so her dog could run around at leisure before the flight. Really?


The stewardess later came by to bring us our customs declaration forms to fill out, my favorite part . . . Not! I’d kept the receipts as I’ve learned to do, from my many purchases of various shopping ventures, but had yet to sort them out, and took them out of my purse to calculate and write down the value of goods I was bringing back on the customs form. I’ve found this procedure to be helpful, by keeping all receipts in hand to hand customs officer if asked what I purchased, showing I’m organized with receipts in hand, it somehow makes my claim more certifiable. (I may accidentally on purpose omit some receipts.) I thought nothing of my method of receipt accounting when I felt Miss False Eyelashes watching me and my thick wad of receipts when she uttered her first words to me, “Oh, you’ve been busy.” Sheesh! That’s what I get for minding my own business!I turned my head around to acknowledge her comment with my smiling eyes while my mouth stayed tight under wraps.


Poodle lady in front was driving the stewardess crazy with dog questions and poo issues. I tried hard not to listen. Hubby slept most of the four hour flight home, cramped in his seat, waking to the sound of each cough and sneeze echoing through the plane, turning his head to look at me to ensure I had my mask on.


Day dreamer


I kept busy reading on my kindle and drafting this post in my trusted  ‘Professional Day Dreamer’ notebook to document the flight home. Miss False Eyelashes kept eyeing my writing through the corner of her eyes as she continued crushing candy on her Ipad. It’s a good thing my handwriting is atrocious, I thought, as I couldn’t help but wonder if she was wondering if she was about to be put into my story.


We were almost ready to land after a last 20 minutes of frantic turbulence when I decided I should use the washroom before having to wait in customs lines and for baggage to come out. I took the opportunity to go when there was nobody in line and the seat belt sign was still on from the rocky ride. The stewardess standing there warned me that I should be sitting as I warned her that I should be using the washroom. I won.


If any of you know my phobia about germs, you will know that my bladder has to be bursting before I’ll even consider using the germ infested airplane toilet. After watching half a plane load of passengers use the stall for the previous 3 1/2 hours, without going into great detail, I’ll just say that it was wet, cramped and sparse of toiletries in there. I lift the lid with toiilet paper, carefully pull down my pants to a grinding halt just before they reach my ankles so no part of my clothing touches the floor or bowl, and do the proverbial squat. As I get myself put back together and wash my hands, I discover no paper towels to dry hands. I become more grossed out thinking how many people have used this toilet and didn’t wash there hands because of no paper towels. How long were there no paper towels in this washroom? I wash my hands and rip off a long stream of toilet paper to dry them and then to open the lock and door handle with before disposing of it. I alerted the stewardess there were no paper towels and she nodded in agreement telling me she knew and they ran out. I shook my head in disgust and walked back to my seat wondering how they ran out. When did they run out? Aren’t they supposed to clean a plane after each landing and check supplies, especially ones which pertain to cleanliness?


The plane was finally approaching landing, My sister had told me that spring had come early the last week or so in March and they were already wearing sweaters. We sailed through customs. I handed the officer my declaration form and he didn’t so much as ask me one question this time. Usually I’m asked, what did I buy, how long was I gone for, am I carrying any liquor or cigarettes, bla bla bla. Nada. I handed him the form, he looked up at me, stamped the form and said, “move on.”  Hubby and I understand one another’s looks well. We looked at each other with questioning eyes, careful to never speak until we’re out of custom’s orbit for fear of microphones and/or cameras. We were both wondering if the quick pass through meant we’re good to go, or if the officer didn’t even bother asking a question because he automatically decided we should be further investigated.


We collected our bags with a porter in waiting to help us out, and when we got outside it was freezing rain. The limo took us home on a slow crawl through the snow covered and icy highway. I looked out the window questioning myself, Are you kidding me? I wasn’t away long enough to avoid winter’s wrath? I thought my sister said it was spring? Was this a Karmic payback for being away and avoiding most of winter? 


Once home, I called my sister. I asked her what the weather was all about. She told me it was payback for me, and I brought it on for having so much sunshine throughout the winter on vacation. Nature’s little joke. The next day was mild and rainy. By Sunday the sun was back and the temps reached the high 50s, and supposedly it’s supposed to stay that way.  Onward into spring!

Beautiful Arizona Sunsets, Festivals, Fairies, Psychics and Orbs

Good evening Arizona


I thought I’d share some various snapshots of beautiful sunsets I gathered.

arizona sunset

Arizona sunset

Arizona sunset

Arizona sunset

Arizona sunset

Arizona sunset

Arizona sunset


Arizona sunset


What have I been up to in Arizona?





Well, for one thing, the temperatures have climbed to unseasonably hot. They were unseasonably cool up to one day before we arrived here. Where the temps should have been hovering around the mid  60s to early 70s from late February into March and tapering off around mid 70s for most of March, February had quite a cold spell and the first few nights here we needed a jacket. That was until the first weekend in March hit and we’re currently having temps close to 95 degrees. These desert temps can sometimes hamper plans to go to certain places where we’d have to be walking around all day outside, because, well, it’s a desert!

D.G. Kaye and cousin
Me and my cousin El


One Saturday, my cousin and I went downtown to the Scottsdale Art Festival. My husband bailed because it was too hot to walk around, and truth be told, we only lasted there about two hours because of the heat, so we decided to go shopping afterward instead of hanging around outside, lol. But I did manage to snap a few interesting pictures of art made out of old golf clubs, and the price tags weren’t cheap!

Arizona golf art


Arizona golf art

Scottsdale art

Scottsdale festival


On the following Sunday we were supposed to go to another western festival up in Cavecreek, about half hour north of us, but once again it was too hot to join the crowds and watch events outside. We are attempting to reschedule for another time. When we did go up to Sedona, the weather was perfect because the temps are 20 degrees cooler up in the mountains.


So I’ve been catching rays by the pool most days, or to re-phrase, catching rays in the pool because one can only lay on a chair for a short time before having to dive in the water to escape the sizzle. Not that I’m complaining! I love the heat, I love the relaxation. I wake up early and work on blogs, write book reviews which I’ll begin posting again after my return, check social media and do a few blog post visits. At the pool I read and I’m currently beta reading a new book for an author friend. At night we go out for dinner with friends and are usually back by 8pm where I turn on the TV and read some blogs, yes, for a few hours, before passing out from the day’s heat exhaustion. So I suppose I am working here, just not working on my newest book, which will resume when I return home.


A cute story- Starbucks and Psychics


One afternoon, I was on my way to meet my cousin downtown to walk around Oldtown Scottsdale for a few hours before having dinner. As I often do on my way out, I stopped for a Starbucks latte for the trek. After meeting up with my cousin and walking around for awhile and taking some silly photos, we were approaching the  psychic’s storefront where I remembered meeting her last year and began telling my cousin a story about her and how we should consider going for a reading  In that exact moment during my conversation as we continued to walk, I brushed by a man sitting on a wooden bench, on the narrow walkway, possibly resting under the shade from the desert heat, or waiting for someone when he looked up at me with his Crocodile Dundee looking face and said, “Hi Debby, you’re looking great, do you remember me?”

I stopped in my tracks to acknowledge the man, smiled and replied, “I’m pretty darned good with faces even if I can’t remember names. How do you know me?” He was a friendly soul who continued to compliment me with his charming South Carolina accent as he informed me that’s where he is from, yet I couldn’t place him.

My cousin El and I turned to one another with a puzzled look on our faces. How could this man, Bob, know me? Was it a coincidence he said hello to me in the exact moment we were speaking about the psychic? Was I in the twilight zone?

After some small chitchat exchange between us, Bob’s wife walked out of the store he was waiting in front of. He introduced his wife Jane to us, and me and El to his wife. Bob had a great sense of humor as we had enjoyed his humor through the questioning process of asking him how he knew me, when he finally coughed up the goods. “Why I just wanted to say hi to you ‘Debby’. After all, YOUR NAME is on the Starbucks cup! I had you going for awhile, didn’t I?” Bob chuckled away with his Carolina drawl while he had us in stitches and me feeling as though I could have hit my head in a huge ‘duh’ moment for falling prey to his joke. We all chatted for a few more minutes about how we’re all enjoying our stay in Arizona, then we parted ways.


Fairies and Orbs


One other notable photo my friend Lois took of me while out for dinner was of great interest to both of us. I’d asked Lois to take a picture of me in the desert landscape nearby the restaurant up on the hill. She first took one with my phone and there seemed to be a foggy blur that appeared in front of me in the photo which was odd because the evening was quite clear. So Lois said she’d take another photo with her phone. As I stood there waiting, I kept asking her what’s taking so long, she told me there was a green dot that kept appearing in the photo, so she snapped it a few times, all had the same dot. She thought it may have been her camera acting up so she snapped a few random photos with NO green dots. After looking at the photo she took of me, I was excited to see that it was in fact an orb. No surprise there are fairies in the desert. Notice the circle shadow around the orb.

desert beauty
Taken with my phone
desert orb
Taken with friend’s phone


This is my last week in Arizona. As always, I’ll be very sad to leave, but will have next year to look forward to once again.

Do you believe in fairies and Orbs? Please feel free to share what you make of this magical photo.





Sunsets, Sedona, and Hair

D.G. Kaye Arizona



I’m having a blast. It’s been a fun-filled and relaxing time here in Scottsdale, Arizona. The weather is gorgeous and while I enjoy spending a few hours a day at the pool sunning, reading and writing, I also go out for dinner most evenings to some quaint places, walk around the touristy downtown stores and galleries, and Wednesday, took a day jaunt up to Sedona.

Sedona Bell Rock


We have our friends Larry and Lois who live here with whom we get together with frequently, and my cousin El is staying here for the month in a condo a few minutes away. She had a friend stay with her for the first 10 days and the four girls have been out and about quite a bit together. El’s husband wasn’t well so he chose not to make the trip and my own husband hasn’t been up to some of the longer tours and walking trips, so girl power it has been.


Girls in Scottsdale
The girls hunting down dessert


This weekend El and I will be going to the Scottsdale Art Festival and the Cavecreek Western Festival, who knows what we’ll discover there, and what I’ll have to share with you after those ventures.

Isabella's kitchen


So far, we’ve been to some fabulous restaurants, one in particular, Isabella’s Kitchen, known for it’s spectacular sunset views. It’s a great Italian restaurant nestled on the start of a golf course up in North Scottsdale. The one night we chose to go there, it was unseasonably cold that evening. The place is open air with mere plastic roll down shades to ward off the wind, good thing we took our jackets with us. Below are some beautiful photos of this property:

Sunset Arizona



cousins in Scottsdale



sunset Arizona


Another night we walked around downtown Scottsdale before dinner to work up an appetite and I sat down with a couple of wooden cowboys.

wooden cowboys


Sedona is one of my favorite places to visit. It’s about an hour and a half drive north of Scottsdale, known for its healing properties at its 3 vortexes and its beautiful red rock mountains. The drive there is a beautiful scenic desert drive.


I revisited the Chapel of the Holy Cross  (I wrote about this last year ) and this time while there, met a Bishop visiting there from Australia. He was kind and allowed us to take a picture with him. We chatted for a bit then he blessed us and we parted ways.

Chapel of Holy Cross


chapel sign



Chapel angel


We then drove over to Wholefoods, one of my favorite places to grocery shop, and picked up some lunch there, as well as some of their famous store brand dark chocolate with natural honeycomb in the middle.


We then wandered downtown Sedona to visit some shops and I noticed the prices had escalated considerably since my last year visit. I used great restraint and didn’t buy anything other than my yummy chocolate to take back with me.


I made an amateur video tape of us at the Chapel of Holy Cross. I spent over 3 hours trying to shrink the size to get it on here and after all I did, it came out sideways. I’m out of options, there was no way to turn this the proper way without starting over the shrinking process, so please forgive my terrible amateur video venture here with my phone. If you want to see some of these spectacular views, please turn your laptops (or your heads around) to view, lol. Again, sorry I suck at this.

Just before we were getting ready to return back to Scottsdale, we sat for a few moments on a bench to take in the beautiful surroundings, when my eyes focused to the pavement beneath me. My cousin El had noticed the same odd sight. Sure it was just a patch of grass growing through a crack, but El and I both looked at one another and busted a gut as we both noted it looked like someone’s famous hair.



Stay tuned for Art Festival news next week.