Monthly Archives: November 2019

Furiday: Lap Buddy

Sundae has a new nickname around our house: lap buddy.

Every afternoon, when Motor Man gets home from the shop and relaxes in the recliner, Sundae immediately is on his lap.

This may not seem so unusual, except for the fact that she was never really a lap kitty, especially to Motor Man.  That all changed back in the spring when he had the double whammy of a broken shoulder AND a hernia, the latter requiring surgery.

Ever since then,  Sundae’s been his lap buddy.

And I don’t think he really minds.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

Poetic Thursday: Silly Man, Silly Poem

It’s Thursday again and time for poetry over at Two Spoiled Cats. Pam and her boys provided this unusual picture as our inspiration this week:

And here’s my silly poem:

Silly, silly man, he accepted a dare
to shovel snow in his underwear.

“Goodness, no,” said his wife, “you’re going nowhere
til you put on a robe, so the neighbors won’t stare.”

He called his buddy, who said: “that’s only fair;
you in your boxers, just too much to bare bear.”

The job soon finished and done with flair,
he’s now warm and cozy in his favorite chair.

Let’s hope he learned a lesson out there,
and this is the end of those ridiculous dares.

Yes, Pam, that was a silly picture warranting a silly poem.

~These Days Of Mine~

Kindred Spirits

When I began blogging nearly ten years ago, it didn’t take long for me to start following other blogs and to gain a few followers of my own.

It seems there were several gals who started blogging around the same time that I did.  And we became “friends”.  Friends as in following each other’s blogs, commenting on posts and even becoming Facebook friends.

Over time, I’ve been fortunate to meet a few of those bloggers in person: Pam at Two Spoiled Cats (and in turn, the two of us have become really close friends), Marilyn at Emjay And Them and Beth Ann at It’s Just life.  I also met some gals who were blogging at the time, but are now “retired”.

This past weekend, I added another blogger to the list of “those met in person”, and that would be Cindy of Mama’s Empty Nest.  Can you imagine finally meeting someone that you’ve been corresponding with for nearly ten years?

Let’s just say it was a LONG hug.

We met at Hanover Tavern in Hanover, Virginia.  Cindy and her hubby (“Papa”) were in the area for a wedding, and the Tavern is about halfway between our town and where the wedding was held. It was a beautiful day for a drive.

The four of us really “hit it off”.  After finishing our brunch, we freed up our server’s table and went out to the parking lot where we stood and talked for nearly an hour. (Good thing the weather was nice.) There were lots of stories shared between us. Cindy and Dave are so friendly and easy to talk with.  I think we could have visited for hours….had they not been facing such a long drive home to Pennsylvania.

Cindy and Dave plan to be in Virginia Beach next summer on vacation. Motor Man and I promised to “kidnap” them one day and take them to the Outer Banks to see “my” wild horses.

I, for one, cannot wait.

~These Days Of Mine~

With Thanks

The following quote seems appropriate today as we honor our veterans.

“For the veteran, thank you for bravely doing what you’re called to do, so we can safely do what we’re free to do.” 

(Unknown)

~These Days Of Mine~

Furiday: Lap Kitty

Our shop kitty, Gypsy, adopted us a little over six years ago when she was about two months old.

From the very beginning, she’s been a lap kitty. This was the night she found us.

I’ve always said that she’s really Motor Man’s kitty.

But she likes Marshall’s lap, too.

This is one of my favorite pics of Gypsy, taken a couple of years ago. She was lying on her back on my legs, and just as I snapped the picture, she raised her head.

Now, a few days ago, not the tiny kitten any longer,  she is still a lap kitty.

And quite a lap full.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

Poetic Thursday: This Kiss

Today is Poetic Thursday over at Two Spoiled Cats. Here is the photo that Pam and her “boys”, Teddy and Sammy, gave us for inspiration this week.

And this is my poem:

How many years since they first met?
And she’s not tired of kissing him yet!

He leans in for a kiss from his bride,
as proud as ever that she’s by his side.

Life is good, just a bump here and there;
wrinkles: they’ve got ’em, and he’s losing his hair.

They’re  in love, though no longer young;
happy together and still having fun.

They have some years on us, but Motor Man and I,
in so many ways, can identify!

I’m heading over to Pam’s blog to see what poems her other readers were inspired to write.

~These Days Of Mine~

The Journey, Not The Destination

On Sunday, Motor Man and I took a day trip to the mountains of Virginia. We were concerned that recent storms may have stripped the trees of their fall foliage, but that wasn’t the case.  Although we didn’t see many reds, there were quite a lot of oranges, yellows, golds, and of course, greens.

Our destination was a pumpkin farm that a friend had recommended. We were somewhat disappointed there, most likely because it was too cold and windy to spend much time outside.

To reach the farm, our GPS took us down Snickersville Turnpike, which is a narrow, winding country road. The “turnpike” is lined with stone wall fences, horse farms, huge homes and an occasional cow pasture. There is even a one-lane bridge, but I wasn’t quick enough to get a photo, and there were few available turn-around spots.

Along Snickersville Turnpike is the town map dot of Aldie, Virginia where we saw the ruins of what appears to have been a gorgeous old home. A Google search failed to provide any information, but it would be interesting to know its history.

A little further down the “turnpike”, we stopped at this picturesque spot.

And took out the tripod for a couple of pictures. This is a monument to the First Mass Calvary 3rd Brigade.

We were standing right at the edge of the highway for this next picture and heard a car approaching just as the shutter clicked on the camera timer.

Happiness is a journey, not a destination.”

~These Days Of Mine~