Monthly Archives: March 2017

A Photogenic Evening

Wednesday evening was just gorgeous.  I took lots of pictures, and I’m sharing several of them with you today.

It had been very overcast earlier in the day. As it so often does, when the sun came out late in the day, it made for an interesting, changing sky.

This first caught my eye around 5:30.

Meanwhile, I took this from the other side of our yard.  Those two black dots in the upper right corner of the picture are military helicopters. (I had my very own personal fly-over.)

It was one of those days when I’d look outside, be amazed at what I saw, run out to take pictures, come back in, look outside a little later, be amazed at what I saw, run out to take pictures….and repeat. This was about 15 minutes later.

A few minutes later…

Still later…

Getting close to sunset.

And closer…

Many times, when we are out and about in the evenings, we’ll see a breathtaking sunset, and I’ll wish I was at home to get pictures.

I’m  glad I was there for this one.

~These Days Of Mine~

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Stranded

On our most recent trip to the Outer Banks, Motor Man and I had a bit more “excitement” than we would have liked.

For those of you who aren’t familiar with the Carova area of the Outer Banks (where the wild horses are), it’s accessible only by four-wheel drive vehicles.  After driving several miles on the beach,  there are many back roads/streets, but none are paved.  It is NOT a convenient place for your vehicle to “break down”….

We were approximately eight miles “up the beach” when all the alarms on our dashboard began that “dinging” sound. Motor Man looked to see that our voltage indicator was at its lowest point.  It was just a few minutes later that we came to a stop.

Thankfully, within minutes, we were surrounded by a group of local ‘good guys’ stopping to offer their help. (In this picture, you aren’t able to see a huge pick-up truck with jumper cables connected to our Tahoe, charging our battery.)

I should explain that we carry a small portable battery jump box/charger. But, apparently our battery was so “low”, the jump box wasn’t enough to start our vehicle.

Since the alternator was the problem, the guys knew that the battery wouldn’t hold a charge for long. So we needed to hurry as much as safely possible to make it back to the hard surface road before we needed a tow.

And we did….with a few miles to spare. But eventually, the inevitable happened, and the Tahoe could go no further. Thank goodness for our AAA membership, although in that area, our wait was 90 minutes for the tow truck to arrive. They towed us to a friend’s business, and we called other friends, who came to our rescue and brought us home.

BUT. As we were heading off the beach, again, as quickly as we safely could, we spotted up ahead…..five horses down by the water.

That’s my favorite place to see the horses, but since we weren’t able to stop,  this was taken as we bounced along the beach, resulting in the blurry picture.

The alternator was replaced the next day. Motor Man has already purchased a large jump box, which will be in our vehicle on our next trip to the beach.

Although having your vehicle “let you down” is always concerning, especially in such a remote location, the kindness of strangers and friends made this more of an adventure than a hardship. We are grateful.

~These Days Of Mine~

Monday Morning Mews

This week’s Mews brought to you by ME, Gypsy!

Last week, my pawrents noticed that I wasn’t spending as much time in my kitty bed as I usually do.  It’s right on the counter in the front office, which is a purrfect location, because I’m able to see efurryone who comes to our shop.

Motor Mommy realized the stuffing in my bed had flattened out, so she “fluffed” it up really nice, and guess what?

I jumped right in and settled down. Efurryone knows that a kitty can’t be expected to sleep in a bed with no floof.

Oh, in addition to my “Boss Lady” plaque,  I have a new sign: “CATS WELCOME, (people tolerated)”.

I don’t really feel that way, of course. I know that people who come to our shop are just there to visit ME.

~These Days Of Mine~

Semi-Retired

Recently, Motor Man and I took off for a day trip to the Outer Banks. It’s wonderful being semi-retired.

The beach could not have been better for a drive. The sand was packed down hard,  so for much of the time, we weren’t even in four-wheel drive.

Tree stumps are proof of just how far the land has receded over the years. (Notice the difference in color in these two photos: the one above was taken through the windshield, and I was out of the vehicle to take this next one.)

But sometimes, in search of horses, we have to go “off road”. Let’s just say that we were up close and personal with some tree branches along here.

The horses are usually more difficult to find in the winter months, and this time was no exception.  We only saw one, but what made this especially interesting was the song playing on our radio when we spotted him….

A Horse With No Name“.

~These Days Of Mine~

From The Shore

Motor Man and I can say one thing with certainty: we never know what we’ll see when we look out our windows.

Saturday afternoon, I noticed a few deer in our yard, then noticed them heading toward the water.

We’ve rarely seen deer swimming, so thankfully, I was able to quickly put my camera in video mode. (sound on for a little Acker Bilk)

They certainly were not synchronized, but apparently somehow communicated with each other and decided to quickly return to shore.  Water temp is around 45 degrees right now, so I’m guessing it’s a little too chilly for a swim.

~These Days Of Mine~

Monday Morning Mews

Good morning, efurryone, and welcome to this week’s Monday Morning Mews…brought to you by me: Sundae!

Yesterday was a WINTER day here…spring may “officially” arrive today, but you’d never know it by our weather yesterday.

First, this is how I spent most of the day:

Curled up on a cozy quilt inside an old wardrobe that my pawrents use as a tv cabinet.

Ahhhh…. who cares if it’s snowing and blowing outside? I’m quite comfy right here.

Wait, what’s that?

Hmmm…. looks like Motor Mommy is heading to the kitchen to make lunch.  I need to go check that out; I think there’s turkey in the fridge….

 You know, sometimes cozy is overrated.

~These Days Of Mine~

And Then There Were None

My mom was one of twelve. And each of those twelve took a spouse. So I had lots of uncles and aunts.  Those who married into the family jokingly called themselves the “outlaws”.  We didn’t think of them as in-laws, though, they were all our aunts and uncles.

Tuesday evening, my Aunt Betty, the last surviving member of that generation passed away.  She was the widow of Mom’s youngest brother, Stanley, who died in 2004.

Uncle Stanley and Aunt Betty lived in Pennsylvania their entire married life. But every summer, they returned to Uncle Stanley’s hometown, which was also my hometown, for a week’s vacation.

Aunt Betty embraced her husband’s family as her own.  His maternal genealogy had already been extensively documented, so she took on the task of researching his father’s side of the family.   In doing so, she stirred up quite the hornet’s nest when she learned that, apparently, his grandfather was illegitimate.  (Some in the family insisted that she just had NOT looked in the right place to find the marriage information, as well as the father’s name.)

 A-n-y-w-a-y…..

One of my fondest memories of Aunt Betty took place the summer that I was seven years old.  It just happened that, while they were in the area on vacation, my mom took a bad fall and severely broke her ankle.  She was rushed to the hospital, underwent surgery and remained in the hospital for three days.

My mom and I were practically inseparable at that time, and it was just unheard of for me to spend the night anywhere else but with her.  But, that incident required that I stay the night with my grandmother (and the next couple of nights with my sister).  Since Uncle Stanley and Aunt Betty were visiting Grandma, Aunt Betty helped me get ready for bed that night. They had a daughter my age, so I’m guessing that she, too, probably spent that night with Grandma.  I just remember how kind Aunt Betty was to a little girl who was missing her mom and scared that she was hurt and in the hospital.

My mom’s family had an annual reunion (also here in our hometown in Virginia), and Uncle Stanley and Aunt Betty were always there.  Aunt Betty kept a “guest book”, and at each reunion, she went around to every person there, hugged them and had them sign the book.

A photo of Aunt Betty was shared by her family on Facebook this week, following her death. And this comment was left by one of my cousins: “Aunt Betty is now passing around her little book in heaven, getting the Ellis family’s signatures recorded for their reunion in heaven.”

Yes, indeed: sign in, all you Ellis family members.  Aunt Betty has arrived with the guest book.

Aunt Betty & Uncle Stanley
Family Reunion, 1998

~These Days Of Mine~