Monthly Archives: October 2017

Monday Morning Mews: The Photo Shoot

Hi, readers! This is Sundae, and it’s my turn to bring you the mews this week.

Recently, Motor Mommy happened to catch me in position for the purrfect photo shoot.

I was on my window seat, one of my favorite spots in the house.

Motor Mommy thought the way I was sitting was extra cute.

So I tried different poses while she snapped away with the camera.

I even did my best “Grumpy Cat” impression for her.

But I was just pretending to be unhappy. Posing for Motor Mommy’s pictures makes me feel like a model.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

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No Two Are The Same

Every trip we make to the Outer Banks is different: the condition of the ocean and the sand, how many horses we see, where we see them, whether we interact with any other visitors on the beach…

During our last trip, we had a first.

We saw three horses strolling by the water’s edge and drove by them. Motor Man stopped a short distance up the beach, so I could take photos.  (For those of you not familiar with the area, designated parking is in the middle of the beach, and the areas beside the water and beside the dunes are considered travel lanes.)

We noticed a fisherman near where we parked.  He had placed his fishing pole in the sand and was apparently taking a nap.

We wondered what the horses’ reactions would be to this person lying on the beach.

“Hey, dude…..fish biting?”

The fisherman was, apparently, unaware of the first two horses.

In the meantime, another fisherman a short distance away (perhaps this guy’s buddy) yelled something at him. He abruptly sat up as the third horse was walking by him. It was good for a laugh for Motor Man and me, as well as the other fisherman.

“In other news”, we also saw these two beauties, nose-to-nose, on the beach.

And these two apparently waiting for access to their rental.

As I said, our trips to the beach are always different, always interesting.

~These Days Of Mine~

Take Two Aspirin And…Watch A Sunrise

It’s rare that I have a cold, but that was the case last week. Although I slept fairly well during the night, I was awake very early every morning, and headed to the kitchen for a cup of hot tea to ease my throat.

That meant I was able to catch some pre-sunrise skies. I’ve often said that early morning is my favorite time of day, and here are some reasons why.

This first picture was taken October 22. It was well before sunrise, and sometimes those pictures  are the prettiest.

And later….and an egret had arrived in search of breakfast.

Still later that morning, I took this with my cell phone from the car window as I was leaving home.

The following morning, I was up – once again – drinking hot tea before daybreak. Add in a little fog for interest.

And a few minutes later, when things took on a pink glow. (Pink fog?)

I’m thankful to be feeling better, and able to sleep a little later in the morning. (But….I still don’t mind being awake before the sun if it means catching an interesting photo.)

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

 

Monday Morning Mews

Good morning!  This is Gypsy, and I’m bringing you the mews today.

As you may know, I am a shop kitty.  Well, actually,  I am an office kitty AT my pawrents’ shop.  I’m not allowed IN the shop: too many dangers for a kitty there.

Not long after I adopted my pawrents four years ago, Motor Mommy bought me a kitty bed.  And she’s made sure that I have had one ever since.  Several months ago, she bought me a brand new pretty blue one.

Which I promptly ignored.

Weeks passed, months passed.  And I refused to even LOOK at that bed, even though it was exactly like my old one- other than the color.

But Mommy knows how kitties are,  so she wasn’t too upset. After all, I still had a bed. It just looked a little……loved.  In the past couple of weeks, though, I stopped sleeping in my old bed, and instead, began sleeping on a pair of Motor Man’s work jeans that were lying on a desk.

My pawrents knew that couldn’t be very comfy for me, so Mommy moved the new blue kitty bed to the desk beside the jeans.

And, wouldn’t you just know it?

I discovered that I LOVE my blue bed!

~These Days Of Mine ~

Sadness Doubled

Wednesday morning, I received sad news two-fold. First, I learned that Janet, one of my first cousins, whose health had been declining for several months, had passed away.  Although we knew it was inevitable, we weren’t expecting it so quickly.

She lived nearby, and I always enjoyed our visits. I will remember her for her beautiful counted cross stitch work, which she had framed and displayed throughout her home, her corn pudding and the loving marriage she and her husband shared for 61 years.

Less than an hour after learning of Janet’s death, I had a call from Marshall.  He and I text each other often, but phone calls between us are somewhat rare, so my “mom radar” activated, and I knew it was something important.  He was calling to tell me that his grandmother had died.

I’d like to share a little about her with you.

“Granny” was born in the mountains of southwest Virginia in 1920. She and her husband were parents to four sons. Sometime in the mid 1950’s, her husband’s job brought them across the state to southeast Virginia.

I met her more than 45 years ago when I began dating her son, who would later become my husband and Marshall’s father. She made me feel welcome from our first meeting.

Granny was a kind woman with a strong faith. Many times, especially on holidays, she’d send a plate of food to an elderly neighbor who lived alone. If a stray kitty came to her door, it was homeless no more.

We lived about an hour away, so weekly visits on Sunday were the norm.

Granny & Grandaddy with Marshall

For Christmas, 1982, I gave Granny a doll that I had made. She loved dolls, and I think she approved of this one.

Even after my marriage to her son ended, she and I corresponded by mail. In one of her notes, she wrote that I would always be part of the family. She often asked Marshall to tell me to come see her.

So, two years ago, he went with me to visit her to celebrate her 95th birthday. I still recall her exact words when she opened the door: “My lands. I didn’t think you’d come”.

But her smile was quite a bit broader when she hugged Marshall.

And now, to end this somber post with a laugh…..a photo taken in 1972 of Granny and me. I don’t know that Marshall has ever seen this picture.  (And let me just say that there were (very) short shorts under that “dress” I was wearing.)

Granny was a very special woman. I can’t say that I’ve ever known anyone with such a sweet, Christian spirit, forgiving nature and generous heart.

I’m glad she was part of my life, and my heart aches for her family as they face life without her.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

 

 

 

A Dog And Its Horses

You most likely could tell from my previous photos of the Carova area of the Outer Banks of North Carolina that the wild horses roam free there. Some property owners erect fences, but unless they’re tall enough, the horses just jump over them.  Other folks put up ropes at their driveways or carports, but if the rope is too low, the horses step over it. If it’s too high, the horses do the “limbo” under it.

But on a recent trip, we saw something we hadn’t seen in that area before: two horses in a yard, and apparently, the property owner’s dog paying them a visit.

Of course, we have no way of knowing if this is their first meeting or not. Either they’re curious about each other, or saying “hello again”.

Yes, little pooch, we know the 50-foot ordinance, and we’re not going to get close to your horses.

Dog: “Well, in that case, I’ll just move along.  See ya later, my horse friends.”

Horse: “Later, dude”.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

Monday Morning Mews: Crafting

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

Sometimes, Motor Mommy likes to celebrate those “National Days”, and last Saturday was National Card Making Day.

So I decided to celebrate right along with her. Let’s see….wonder what I do with this thing called ‘adhesive’?

And look at these little things. I think Motor Mommy calls those “embellishments”.

And, in the end, exactly how did I celebrate the day?

By batting everything I possibly could on the floor.

I AM, after all, a cat…..

~These Days Of Mine~