Monthly Archives: July 2018

The Only Way To Celebrate

Yesterday was “National I Love Horses Day”.

Well, you know that required a celebration on my part. So we headed off to one of our favorite day trip destinations: Carova Beach, N.C.,  home to the Corolla wild horses.

It was gorgeous day: low 80’s, beautiful blue sky and a nice breeze.

A perfect day for a stroll in one of the many canals.

Or to kick up a little dust.

Motor Man captured me celebrating the holiday.

But then, any day that we visit Carova is “I Love Horses Day” to me.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

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Friday Fawns

It seems that, every summer, we have at least one set of twin fawns here at our little impromptu wildlife refuge. And this summer is no exception.

Yes, I still get upset when I see that the deer have destroyed some of my perennials (hydrangea, gladioli, garden phlox, Mexican petunia, hosta, liriope). I planted those before I knew that deer consider them to be delicacies. This year, I’ve had volunteer sunflowers for the first time, and apparently, they are the candy of the deer world.  I’ve finally learned which annuals deer ignore, and these days, I plant nothing else. (If you’re interested: marigolds, salvia, zinnia, vinca, and  lantana are usually pretty safe.)

Some would say the deer and I have a love/hate relationship.

But, really….how can you possibly hate something so beautiful? Sometimes, flowers just may be overrated.

~These Days Of Mine~

And….She Now Has A Name

I recently posted about Marshall’s new baby kitten. And I’m please to announce that she now officially has a name.

Those of you who are fans of the British comedy “Fawlty Towers” will be familiar with the character named Sybil.  From the time she arrived,  Marshall’s new kitty has reminded him of that character.

So, allow me to introduce…. Sybil….

As all of you feline-owned folks know, a cat doesn’t just have one name. That name evolves into several nicknames. So I’m sure she’ll be called “Sibbs”, “Sibby”, and probably several other adaptations.

Marshall also shared this picture with me.  That’s Snugg putting on a show on the dresser, while Sibby is just looking tiny on the sofa.

I’m sure you’ll be seeing more of Sibbs; I’ve asked Marshall to keep the photos coming. The only problem, so far, is that she scurries around so quickly, it’s difficult to get a good picture.

But that’s what baby kitties (and Sybil) do best.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

Remembering….With No Memories

My dad was born on July 9, 1899.  Seeing that date, most folks would probably expect me to be a good bit older than I am. But, my dad was in his 50’s when I was born. Sadly, he became ill and died when I was only eight months old.

So I never knew him. But Mom made sure I knew the important dates: his birthday, their anniversary, the day he died.  I think about him especially on those days and wish he could have been a part of my life.

This is an old snapshot of the little house where my dad was born. It was destroyed by fire many years ago, but during my childhood, it was still standing less than a quarter mile from where Mom and I lived. I stopped in the driveway one day, opened my car door and snapped a picture. You can see my radio antenna in the picture.

I’m guessing Daddy was about three years old when this picture was taken. I have one of the chairs from that set…(perhaps this very one?), and had this picture enlarged and printed on canvas. That’s now hanging over the chair. My late cousin, Lona, gave me the original of this picture many years ago; my dad and her maternal grandmother were siblings.  Her gift brought me to tears.

One of the few pictures of my Mom and Dad together.  Date unknown, but probably long before I came along. She never told me one negative thing about him.

I love this picture of my dad mowing grass. In it are things that bring back so many memories: the old shed in the background, the driveway, that tree… but no memory of my dad….

And finally, Mom had this photo colorized after Dad died and told me she did that so I could have a nice picture of him.

So Happy Birthday, Daddy. Sure wish I could made some memories with you.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

The “Shearing” Of Snugg

Marshall now has four kitties, and he texts photos of them to me quite often (which I love).

Recently, he sent this one.

This photo definitely needs a little explanation.  The orange kitty is Snugg.  And, let’s just say that Snugg had some extra fur. So this was the result of an extensive combing, not really “shearing” as my title states. But “The Combing Of Snugg” just didn’t have the same ring.

What Marshall and I think is so funny is, not only is Snugg looking over his shoulder as if to say: “ALL that came off of me?! No wonder I was hot!”, but his sister, Chessie, also seems to be looking at that pile of fur in disbelief.

Needless to say, Snugg is now enjoying these hot summer days much more than before.

~These Days Of Mine~

Fun For The Fourth

Last Saturday, my friend, Donna, came to town to attend the Olden Days Festival with me. (For those of you new to the blog, Donna and I were classmates in school. She moved out of the area after high school, and we lost touch for several many years. We reconnect through a mutual friend….and Facebook.

If you’ve been a follower of this blog for any length of time, you may recall some of our antics in the past. Donna celebrates EVERY occasion and holiday to the fullest.

We’ve worn bunny ears near Easter, witch’s hats at Halloween, masks at Mardi Gras, Santa hats at Christmas.  So when she arrived Saturday morning, she came bearing….. patriotic “top hats” for July 4. We celebrated just a few days early.

One of our favorite booths at our local Farmers Market is operated by two ladies (twins). We learned a few weeks ago that Saturday was their birthday. Donna brought cards, and I brought balloons.

It was so much fun to surprise them.

Of course, Donna had a top hat for Motor Man, too.  And naturally, he had more fun with his than we did with ours.

That’s a little better, MM.

But seriously, Happy Fourth, everyone.

Be safe.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

Newest Foal, Breakdown and A Donation

How’s that for a blog post title? I promise: they’re all connected.

Yesterday, Motor Man and I made a trip to the Outer Banks. Normally, our drives to that area include riding along the beach, windows down, listening to oldies, looking for horses. Well, there was that time the alternator on our Tahoe stopped working. And the time we got stuck in the sand.  But those troublesome times are, thankfully, few and far between.

On our trip yesterday, we saw 23 horses, including the third foal born this season (that we know of, so far).  Meet Valor, first seen around Memorial Day.

When Valor was first discovered by the Corolla Wild Horse Folks, they thought SHE was a HE. But a couple of weeks later, on closer inspection, they learned that Valor is a sweet little filly.

I’m happy to have seen (and have photos of) all the foals born this season. It’s so exciting to see the little ones.

After spotting Valor, Motor Man and I continued along with our windows down, listening to our oldies, when suddenly, an alarm on the dash sounded.  And not just a simple “ding”….this was a constant “DING, DING, DING, DING”.  Motor Man looked to see the hand on the temperature gauge “pegged” (as far as it would go).

Houston, we have a problem…. and we’re in an off-road area, nearly five miles from a hard surface road.

Checking under the hood, we discovered that the fitting for the heater hose had broken off. That’s the hole in the picture below. And we had water coming out EVERYWHERE.

In our world, there’s a saying: “If it moves, and it shouldn’t, use duct tape. If it doesn’t move, and it should, use WD-40”.   Thankfully, we had a roll of duct tape among our supplies. And plenty of water to refill the reservoirs.

The tape held until we could get to the nearest hardware store to buy zip ties. (How did we ever live without ’em?)

Everything seemed fine until we were probably about 3/4 of the way home. When we were stopped at a red light, we noticed steam coming from under the hood. Again.

Then it was a quick stop at an auto parts store for a piece of hose, two hose clamps and a freezer plug.

And my McGyver Motor Man once again saved the day by bypassing where the heater hose was supposed to be.

All in all, it wasn’t a bad experience. We weren’t stranded for very long, we had a nice breeze while Motor Man worked under the hood, and we had water and the right tools in our vehicle to do the job.

So now that you know about the newest foal and the breakdown, here’s the news about the donation. You may recall that my blogging friend, Beth Ann, author of “It’s Just Life“, selects a cause each month, and for each comment left on her blog, donates 50-cents to that cause. Last month, she chose the Corolla Wild Horse Fund as her cause. She’s tallied up the numbers, and she and her husband, Chris, will be donating $250 to the CWHF! You may also recall that my sweet Motor Man suggested that he and I match Beth Ann and Chris’s donation, so we will also be mailing a check for $250 to the Corolla Wild Horse Fund. And we’re happy to do so.

Thanks again, Beth Ann, and to all of you who visited her blog to help support “my” horses.

(And this concludes today’s very busy post.)

~These Days Of Mine~