On The Map

Motor Man and I aren’t big fans of tv. When I’m at home during the day, I never even turn it on.  In the evenings, sometimes Motor Man will “channel surf”, which usually results in him hitting the power off button on the remote.  There just isn’t much that interests us.

But, for the past few weeks, there has been a show that has definitely kept our attention.  It’s on Discovery, and the name of the series is Killing Fields. You may be familiar with it: cold cases are featured as the authorities revisit and attempt to solve them.

The most recent one, Murder Isle, was filmed in our county.  I recall hearing about the woman’s body found in a field just a few miles outside of town in 2004.

I’ve never been a crime drama fan, most likely that stems from losing my sister to domestic violence when I was a teenager.  But there’s just something fascinating to me about forensics.  Killing Fields Murder Isle is especially interesting to us because we see local landmarks and also recognize some of our law enforcement officers/investigators. And, although it’s for a sad reason, it seems to have put our area “on the map”, so to speak.

There have been a few occasions to “meet and greet” the cast recently, and Motor Man and I were able to attend one of those last week.

If you’ve happened to catch any of the shows, you may recognize these folks. This is Investigator Kris Coughlin.  He and Motor Man met several years ago (yes, Motor Man was on his side.)

I’d actually spoken with this next gentleman on the phone a few years ago, but we’d never met in person. This is Lt. Tommy Potter.

Investigator Randy Patrick.

And, last but not least, Investigator Susan Morgan.

These folks and many others have spent countless hours over the past 14 years attempting to solve this case.  Through this series, we’ve learned that technology involving DNA now is mind-boggling.

I’m told that it’s possible to view this series online, but I haven’t figured out exactly how to do that, perhaps it’s our server…?

The final episode is tomorrow night.  We’re certainly hoping that all the hard work has paid off and that someone is either in custody (or soon will be) for this horrible crime.

Oh, and count Motor Man and me among those who are so thankful for those in law enforcement.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

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Monday Morning Mews: Tech Support

Happy Monday, readers! Sundae here, and it’s my turn to share mews with you this week.

As most of you know, Motor Man builds race engines. And he does lots and lots of research on the computer, looking for ways to increase horsepower in the engines he builds. He has a desktop at the office, but at home, he uses a laptop.

So this weekend, I decided that he needed my help with some of his research.

What’s that?   You say that’s not helping?

Well, from a kitty’s perspective, I’m not sure I know what you mean.

~These Days Of Mine~

The Rev To My Engine

You are the jets to my carburetor.
You are the degree to my cam.
You are the octane to my fuel.
You are the lash to my valve.
You are the spark to my plug.
You are the fire to my piston.
You are the gray area to my rules.
You are the viscosity to my oil.
You are the timing to my chain.
You are the green flag to my race.
You are the rev to my engine.

Happy Valentine’s Day, Motor Man.

*Originally posted on Valentine’s Day, 2011.  Some things never change.

~These Days Of Mine~

Monday Morning Mews: “Chaos”

Hello, efurryone! Gypsy here with the mews today.

It was a really interesting week around our shop.

Someone replaced a couple of fluorescent light bulbs in our office early in the week.  The cover is one that’s hinged on one side and opens on the other. Later in the day, while my pawrents were out running an errand, the cover fell open.  It scared me SO badly that, when my pawrents got back, I was hiding under a desk.  It took a while for me to regain my composure, which as you know, is very impawtant for us kitties.

THEN, Motor Man needed to do some work: he needed to “CC a cylinder head”.   It was very cold out in the shop, so he put the head on a big rolling cart and brought it in the my office where it was nice and warm.  That was quite a shock to me- having that strange THING in my space, but before long, I jumped up on one of the shelves to investigate. I also watched closely as he worked on the cylinder head.

All passed my inspection, and once Motor Man finished his work,  he moved the cart back out into the shop.

Whew! So maybe “chaos” was a little too strong a word, but I do hope this week is a quieter one at my office. I’m simply not accustomed to all this STUFF happening.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

In Memory Of Motor Mum

Motor Man’s mother passed away Wednesday morning. I shared Wednesday’s blog post, “Setting Sun”, because we knew her time here was short.

After Motor Man’s father died in 2013, we began taking his mom out on Sunday afternoon adventures. I shared several of those here on the blog, and gave her the title “Motor Mum”.

We took her to the Outer Banks, where, even though it was February, she wanted to put her feet in the Atlantic Ocean. (An unexpected wave caught her and Motor Man off guard.)

One autumn trip was to the mountains of Virginia.

Another adventure found us at a farm market where we tried on straw hats.

And we took a (long) day trip to Chincoteague.

During my childhood, my sister lived in Claremont, a little waterfront town village on the James River just southeast of Richmond.  Many Sunday afternoons were spent at the tiny beach there.  One of our Sunday adventures with Motor Mum was to Claremont. Motor Man took this picture of the two of us, and it’s a favorite of mine.

We attended the annual Daffodil Festival in Gloucester, Virginia, a first for us and Motor Mum.  And we bought her daffodils.

She was so active in the community, always doing what she could to help make our county a better place. And more beautiful. Once she took a notion that something should happen, there was little chance that it wouldn’t.

Motor Mum was 91, and her body and mind had begun failing her, so although we’re going to miss her, we find comfort in knowing that she is now at peace.

And with Pop.

~These Days Of Mine~

Sun Setting

The sun setting is no less beautiful 

than the sun rising.

 

~These Days Of Mine~

Monday Morning Mews

Hello, readers! Sundae here with this week’s mews.

I have a special video of “moi” to share with you later in the post. But before I get to MY nmews,  I’d like to announce that there’s a birthday in the family today. It’s Motor Mommy’s niece, Barb’s birthday!  And I think I heard Mommy say that they’re going to have lunch together. (If grilled chicken is involved, I sure hope Mommy brings me a tiny taste.)

Happy Birthday, Barb!

 

And now…. my video.  My pawrents have a huge old roll-top desk, and Mommy’s computer is on it as well as this tiny lamp.  One day not long ago, I decided, for some odd reason, that the lampshade just needed my full attention.

 

Let me just say that no harm came to the lampshade.  Until that day, Motor Mommy had not seen me even give it a passing glance, and I haven’t noticed it since. (Or HAVE I?)

We kitties are just impossible to understand: I guess that’s just part of our charm.

~These Days Of Mine!