Category Archives: Days at Home

The Letter

Last night, during dinner, I mentioned to Motor Man that I didn’t have any ideas for a blog post for today.

He replied: “Yes, you do!  Your letter. That’s news.”

Monday, when I checked our mailbox, inside was one of those little forms  showing that our mail carrier had attempted to deliver a certified letter to me. It was odd, though, because it was addressed to me using my last name before Motor Man and I married.

Of course, all sorts of thoughts ran through my mind between then and yesterday morning when the post office opened, and I could claim the letter.

When the postal clerk handed me the envelope, of course, I immediately looked at the return address. It was from an insurance company.  Opening it, I was met with some good news.

The letter stated that I am eligible to receive a retirement benefit, beginning this summer, from the local packing plant. I went to work there right out of high school and was there nearly nine years before leaving just before Marshall was born.  Sixteen years later, I returned and worked there for a little over a year.

The home office is still in our town, but the building itself was demolished in 2013. Although I can’t say I enjoyed every day that I worked there, I was sad to see the building destroyed.

Oh, the trips I made up and down those stairs

A few years ago, someone suggested that I contact the human resources office to ask if I would be eligible for any retirement benefits. When I did so, I was told that I hadn’t worked there long enough to qualify.

So, needless to say, I was quite surprised by this happy news.

Motor Man has been teasing me that the amount I receive will probably be $3.42 per year (before taxes), and that it will be just enough to put us in a higher tax bracket. Of course, he’s also been jokingly telling his friends that he’s going to retire because he just found out that I’ll be receiving a huge pension.

Of course, I have no idea what the amount will be, but I don’t think we’ll start shopping for a yacht or private jet.

“Retiree”….I like the sound of that.

~These Days Of Mine~



Random Five Friday

Since it’s been a while, I thought that today, I’d share a R5F post:

1.) Early Wednesday morning, I went out to fill the bird feeders. As I came around the corner of the house, this was my view.

2.) Speaking of bird feeders, the tiny goldfinches may be my favorite birds to watch as they enjoy the feeder sock.

3.) My niece, Donna, shared this photo of her son, Ray, at a recent track meet. It was taken by his coach. I know nothing about track, but I think this is just an amazing picture.

4.) An especially striking sunset from one evening last week.

5.) Last night, I went out to once again fill the bird feeders, and thought I’d share this little video of my outing. There is sound, whistling by me and quacking by one solitary duck. She later came up in our yard, and when I threw corn out to her, she flew away. The deer always seem curious when I whistle to them. In the background, you can see their entry way into the marsh grass.

~These Days Of Mine~


Winter Storm Riley

Last week, winter storm Riley breezed through our area.  Thankfully, its effects on us weren’t as bad as they were for others.  We only lost electricity for a few hours one evening, not for several days as some folks did.

The wind wreaked havoc with my bird feeders. I foolishly thought they’d be safe since they were attached to the tree limbs with wire ties (cable ties). But the wind was so strong that it actually twisted those cable ties in half. Thankfully none of the bird feeders were broken, but the birds and SQUIRRELS were inconvenienced and HUNGRY for a few days, until the conditions allowed me to replace and refill the feeders.

We also lost a substantial branch off our old cedar tree out on the point.

Thankfully, our old boat was spared.

We knew the beach at Carova would be impassable, but we took a drive to the Outer Banks Sunday, just to see the ocean. As Motor Man says: “She was angry”.

I tried to take some video to give you an idea, but the wind was so strong, I was having a difficult time standing, let alone holding the camera steady.


We’ve seen photos and videos on Facebook of the damage on the beach at Carova and know that the landscape there will be very different when we’re able to visit that area again.

~These Days Of Mine~


Monday Morning Mews: Critiqued

Happy first Monday in March, efurryone. Sundae here with the Mews.

Without my knowledge (nor permission), Motor Mommy snapped this photo of me last week.

Now, I ask you: doesn’t that look like a sweet kitty, napping on her window seat? Well, I overheard Motor Mommy talking to Motor Man about this picture, and she said it looked like my “rumpus” was up in the air….like I had “highjackers”, whatever that is. I think it’s an old “car” term.

It seems that a kitty can’t even enjoy a comfy nap without being critiqued about her sleeping style….

Oh well, I must remember that they’re just humans and love them in spite of their weaknesses.

~These Days Of Mine~

Frogs In Ditches

Although we haven’t had any flooding in our area recently, we’ve had enough rain to have water standing in the ditches.

And I’ve noticed that sound the past few evenings…..that sound frogs make…coming from the ditches.

It’s a sound that takes me right back to summertime when I was a child.  Oddly enough, I was never afraid of frogs.  Spiders…now, that was a different story. But my nieces and nephews and I would catch those tiny little frogs that were found around the foundation of our house. We never kept them or harmed them; we’d “catch and release”.

There was a pond (when there was enough rainfall) beside my  childhood home. Judging by the sounds they made, the frogs in there were HUGE. They sang me to sleep “many a night”.  Once, when I was in elementary school, my friend, Carol,  spent the night.  She told me the next morning that she couldn’t sleep because it sounded to her like those frogs were saying “CA-ROL, CA-ROL, CA-ROL“.

The “pond” was to the right of my childhood home

Back to the frogs in the ditches…. I’m wondering: is that just a Southern thing?  Do you have frogs in ditches where you live? Does the sound make you think of summer time?

If you’ve wondered how frogs make the sounds they do, here’s a link I discovered while doing a little research for this post. It includes a couple of pretty amazing video clips.

They’ll cry out like little frogs in a ditch at sundown.”
~Tom Gautreaux

~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~