Monthly Archives: July 2018

Sad, Scary Storm

Last Friday, Motor Man and I took a day trip to Salisbury, Maryland. We did some shopping, some antiquing and stopped for dinner in Cape Charles.

As we approached the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel on our way home, we noticed signs showing that the maximum safe speed limit was 35, and wondered why that was so. As we were paying our toll, we learned that a severe storm was quickly approaching.

We left the toll plaza, and as we drove toward the bridge tunnel, the weather was beginning to deteriorate. To our left were storm clouds, but to the right, the sun was still shining, and there was a rainbow.

Lightning was flashing all around us, the wind began gusting, and soon the rain started. Neither of us could ever recall being in rain that heavy.  Everyone (including us) began pulling over to the shoulder of the highway.  There were vehicles just in front of us that aren’t even visible in this picture.

After a few minutes, the rain eased up somewhat, and we slowly began our journey across the bridge-tunnel.

Everyone was driving sensibly and obeying the 35 mph speed limit. But I must say, I was relieved when we emerged from the second tunnel to find that conditions were much improved.

The time that I took that above photo is shown to be 6:14.  We later learned that at 6:30, a 911 call came in that a tractor trailer was involved in an accident with another vehicle on the bridge. And that tractor trailer went through the guard rail and into the water. The bodies of the driver and a passenger have been recovered.

And yes, there was a synchronicity involved. On our way across the bridge-tunnel Friday morning, Motor Man made the comment that it had been a long time since a vehicle had gone off the bridge. Although the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel provides beautiful scenery, it makes me a bit anxious to travel across it. So I replied: “Let’s not even talk about that.”

We are so thankful for our safe travels and that we were spared any involvement in this horrible accident. Our hearts go out to the families of those two young men who lost their lives.

~These Days Of  Mine~

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Sybil Series Continues


My last couple of posts have been rather sorrowful, so today, we’re focusing on the cute.

And you just don’t get any cuter than Marshall’s kitty, Sybil:

aka Sibbs

aka Sibbie

aka Syble-Von-Dibble

As Marshall alluded to in these texts: she’s right at home.

And obviously knows that she’s adorable.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

The Eeriest Synchronicity… Ever

Last Wednesday, my blog post was about synchronicities. The ones I shared that day were upbeat and related to songs being played on our “oldies” radio station.

Late last Tuesday evening (the night before the blog post), I learned that my nephew, Steven, had taken his life. My son, Marshall, and I do 99% of our communicating by text. So I sent him a three-word text: “Steven committed suicide.” It was late, and Marshall didn’t respond, but I thought nothing of it, because sometimes he turns in early.

Early the next morning, we had our usual text exchange and discussed what had happened.

Later in the morning, I received an email from Marshall. In it, he refers to “today’s post”, which was the synchronicity blog post. The “Chris” he mentions in the email is a friend of his who’s an avid Twin Peaks fan.

“Ok.. here goes.. I’m not going to go into a lot of detail, but after today’s post, I had to share, and it’s too much to text.

As you may remember, I ordered the new Twin Peaks set some time back.  There are 18 parts to it, and on my first run-through I got to part 12 and decided to take a break on it until I could talk to Chris about some of it.

I picked it back up recently, and got to part 15 last night, but didn’t start it because I was tired.

I started it this morning and watched about half of it.
Halfway through, a character named Steven commits suicide.”

Got goosebumps?

“Great Northern Hotel”, Twin Peaks (internet photo)

~These Days Of Mine~

 

The Little Brother I Never Had

He was born just a few months shy of my seventh birthday. During their our childhood, he and his older-by-two-years sister spent a great deal of time at our house. So we grew up together. He was that annoying/loving/pest-of-a-little-brother that I never had. And he had beautiful brown eyes and the longest eyelashes.

You may recall that my two sisters were teenagers when I was born. Within a few years, they were both married and had children. And my nieces and nephews were more like siblings to me.

I’ve shared the sad story here many times of my sister, Rose, and her death at the age of 30 as a result of domestic violence.

That brings us to Steven, Rose’s son.

 

Steven was just nine years old when he lost his Mom.

This picture was taken at a family reunion a few months after that tragedy.

Steven lived with nearby relatives through his teens. This was another family reunion photo with his sister and their great-uncle, Thomas. Steven was 17.

A few years later, he moved to Florida. He experienced some difficult times, but we kept in touch with phone calls and letters.

This picture was taken two years ago of him with his new puppy, Kodi.

Over the past few months, life became more than Steven could bear. I got the call last week.

He closed every letter, every phone call, every voice message to me the same way:  “Love ya”.

….if only life hadn’t been so tragic for that little brown-eyed boy.

Love ya, Steven.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

Randoms ‘Round The Yard

It’s smack dab in the middle of summer, so, today, I thought I’d share with you some photos from around our yard.

1.) Every summer, I buy hanging baskets of geraniums for our front porch. If I can find them, I prefer the ivy-leaf variety with the variegated blooms. This year, I purchased them from a different location than in the past, and they’ve been prettier than I can ever recall. (I have been very faithful in watering them regularly.)

2.) Gold finch continue to be regular visitors. They always make me smile.

3.) I don’t recall planting this rudbeckia (black-eyed Susan), but I don’t know that they ‘volunteer’, so perhaps I did. The deer enjoyed munching on the leaves before I discovered it, but apparently they don’t like the taste of the bloom. Now, the entire plant is covered in netting.

4.) I shared this photo on Facebook earlier in the week. Several years ago, I planted this petunia and placed it in the old wooden boat we have in our yard. I never water it, never pay it any attention.  I walked out to take a picture of the sunset one evening, and something pink caught my eye. (Shhh….evidently the deer haven’t noticed them either.)

5.) And a sunrise shot.  I’ve often mentioned that early morning is my favorite time of day. I love to watch the sun rise from our deck: listening to the birds, the ducks and the hum of work boats in the river.

Feel free to share your randomness today, and I hope your weekend is a good one.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

They’re There…If You Just Pay Attention

You may recall my previous posts about synchronicities. I think the most common of those occur when you’re reading and have the tv on at the same time; you may read a word at the exact second that word is spoken on tv.

Last year, the AM radio station that was popular during my teen years returned to a format playing music from the 1950’s, 1960’s and early 1970’s. So that’s what I usually listen to while I’m driving.

Here a few recent synchronicities related to the radio:

Remember the Fontella Bass song “Rescue Me”?  That came on the radio recently as I was crossing the bridge into the tiny village of Rescue, just a few miles from where we live.

One of the station’s sponsors is a company that repairs overhead garage doors. Last week, one of their commercials came on the radio just as I was pulling into our garage.

Saturday night, as we were leaving our local race track, I turned on the radio. The song just coming on was “59th Street Bridge Song” (Feelin’ Groovy) by Harpers Bizarre.  Do you happen to recall the first line of that song?  “Slow down, you move too fast.”

vintage race cars at our track Saturday

And even though the Outer Banks is two hours from us, we’re able to pick up the radio station perfectly while riding on the beach. Last Sunday, while we were driving along the ocean, the song “Wipe Out” was playing.

Marshall introduced the word “synchronicity” to me several years ago. (Prior to that, I always referred to them as coincidences.) He and I usually text each other whenever either of us experiences one.  And, I think Motor Man has heard us talk about them so much, that he is quick to recognize them, too.  They happen quite often.

I think synchronicities are fascinating, and I would love to know if any of you ever experience them.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

 

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~