Monthly Archives: February 2018

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~

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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!

 

 

 

Sweet Sixteen

Today, Motor Man and I celebrate our sixteenth wedding anniversary. So I thought it would be fun to share a few little details about our wedding day that I may not have included in previous posts.

Our wedding took place on 02/02/02.  Motor Man had proposed in November, 2001, and we immediately began looking at possible wedding dates after the first of the new year. When I told him that the date of the first Saturday in February would be 02/02/02, that clinched it. He knew he’d never forget his anniversary.

We were thrilled to be given permission to marry at historic Bacon’s Castle, a local landmark with which my family has strong ties. (If you’re new to the blog and would like to read more, type Bacon’s Castle in the search to read previous posts.)

The officiant at our wedding was a pastor who was (and is) the chaplain at our local race track. On the afternoon of our wedding, everything was in place for our 2:00 ceremony, but as of about 1:45, the pastor still had not arrived. Motor Man was pacing that well-worn floor,  and the ladies who were helping me were getting very antsy. One even commented: “It only takes three people to have a wedding, and one of them is not here!”.  The pastor arrived a few minutes to two with just enough time to have his bouttonniere pinned on by some very perturbed anxious ladies. Then he and Motor Man went to wait for me at the front of the room where we were to take our vows. We decided to start the ceremony at 2:02…..02/02/02 at 2:02.

Marshall escorted me “down the aisle” to Martina McBride’s rendition of “My Valentine”.

Motor Man and I chose not to have attendants. My late sister, June, was seated on the front row and held my bouquet while Motor Man and I exchanged rings.

Prior to the ceremony, Motor Man placed my wedding ring on his pinkie for safe keeping. His brother-in-law, Mike, took this picture as our wedding began.

Although we had a professional photographer, we were somewhat disappointed in our photos. We particularly wanted a picture of us taken outside in front of the Castle. But, as you can see, this wasn’t exactly what we had in mind.

Our friends and family took many pictures following the ceremony and at our reception. This one, taken by our friend, Linda, was one of our favorites.

Happy Sixteenth, Motor Man; I’d marry you again in a heartbeat!

~These Days Of Mine~