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Random Five Friday

Just ’cause it’s been a while since I’ve shared random thoughts:

1.) These pics were on my Facebook page, but thought I’d also share them here. My Mother’s Day was wonderful: breakfast with my two guys and special gifts from both of them. Marshall’s gave me one of his 3D shadowbox designs that he created just for me.

Motor Man’s gift was a hummingbird feeder, which now hangs right in front of our kitchen window.

2.) Remember this picture I shared in a previous post of Motor Man taking his “physical therapy”?

Evidently that therapy must have been just the “ticket”. I’m happy to report that he was released from the orthopedist this week. We’re thankful that his broken shoulder didn’t require surgery.

3.) We made a trip to the Outer Banks earlier this week to visit with some friends who are vacationing there. The four of us went riding to see horses, had lunch and spent some time catching up. It was a good time. My apologies to my FB friends for the repeat photos today.

4.) The annual Memorial Service is this Sunday at the cemetery in my little home town. This tradition goes back many, many years.  It seems the weather that day is either very cool or extremely hot. The latter seems to be what we’ll have for this year’s service: Sunday’s forecast is for temps around 90. We’ll definitely be seeking a shady spot to set up the chairs.

5.) Our home computer is just about out of space….that’s understandable, considering all the pictures I take (mostly of horses).  So, Motor Man and I recently went “window shopping”, and we think we’ve chosen a replacement. I’m so nervous about taking the old computer to the experts to have everything transferred to the new one. Silly? Maybe. But just think of all the room I’ll have for….more pictures!

So, if I’m missing from blogland for a few days, I’m just waiting to bring home the new computer. (Or trying to figure out how to use it….)

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

 

 

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Gone To The Cats

As you well know, our kitties are a big part of our lives.

Our two have been particularly affectionate this week, especially to Motor Man. Earlier this week, Gypsy walked across my desk, on to his legs and then up to his chest…..where she perched.

(She must think she’s still THIS size):

Later that same afternoon, when Motor Man got home, Sundae gave him a little of her time.

Marshall recently sent these pictures of his kitties.  Sweet little Sibby discovered the “Hoosier” cabinet.

She’s so entertaining, he sends me lots of pictures of her.

And his kitty, Snugg, being king of his domain.

“I’ve found that the way a person feels about cats-and the way they feel about him or her in return-is usually an excellent gauge by which to measure a person’s character” 
― P.C. Cast

 

Playing To My Scottish Heritage

Monday evening at home, I heard “music” coming from a distance, but couldn’t identify the source. I stepped out on our porch and realized I was hearing bagpipes.

Upon further investigation, I discovered the sound was coming from the area of the marina in front of our house. I quickly walked around to that side of our yard and started recording. If you look closely you can see the bagpiper walking to the right toward the gazebo.

(I apologize for the shakiness of the video. The gnats (no-see-ums) were feasting on me.)

 

My first thought was that this could possibly be part of a memorial service, but I didn’t see a gathering of any sort.

It was rather nice, having what appeared to be my own little private concert.  From the distance, I couldn’t tell if the bagpiper were male or female. When the song ended, I began applauding, not knowing if he/she could hear me. But a woman’s voice immediately called back to thank me.  I replied: “That was beautiful!”, and she said she was glad it wasn’t disturbing me.

Most of you probably don’t know that my maiden name was McGuriman. The genealogy on my father’s side has been traced back to the 1700’s in Glasgow.

So this was a very fitting “private concert” indeed, and if there are more in the future, I’ll be a very willing attendee.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

Sunday Morning “Coming Up”

It’s been a while since I’ve shared sunrise photos. Yesterday morning’s was certainly worthy of a blog post.

If you’ve been reading my blog for a long time, you may remember me posting that I keep a pair of flip-flops by each exit door in our house. That way, when there’s a outdoor photo op, I’m ready.

It’s always amazing how quickly the colors change in just a short length of time. The first photo was taken at 6:23, and the third one at 6:51.

The sunrise was just the beginning of a beautiful day in our area: guaranteed to give us all spring fever.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

Reservations Suggested

As I mentioned in Friday’s post, we have had an abundance of gold finches at our feeders recently.

Yesterday, our weather was cold, gloomy, rainy, windy. But those cheerful little birds really brightened the day. During the summer, my bird nerd friend, Donna, has “droves” of hummingbirds at her feeders.  And I admit that I am a bit envious. (We are lucky to see two.)

But, it appears that, for now anyway, the gold finches are enjoying dining at our establishment.

I was very disappointed that I wasn’t able to edit this video to mute the audio and trim the ending.  So please disregard the background noise, or better yet, mute your volume.

 

And now, I must go replenish the rations and get ready for another busy day at the restaurant.

~These Days Of Mine~

Finches: Friday’s Feathered Friends

Throughout the winter, I rarely saw any birds at our feeders other than red-winged blackbirds. And they’re pretty enough, especially when the sun glints on that tiny streak of red on the wing. But, I must admit that it’s been nice to see the goldfinches return over the past week or so.

I mistakenly thought that finches only ate “finch seed”.  Wrong: this feeder is filled with sunflower seed.

Double-decker feeder being put to good use.

THIS is the place I expected to see the gold finches: on a “finch seed sock”, a Christmas gift from my friend, Donna, aka Bird Nerd.

Such sweet, pretty birds.

I had just taken this lighthouse feeder out of winter storage and filled it just a few minutes prior to these pictures.

Welcome back, little finches. Happy Spring!

~These Days Of Mine~

 

The Stories It Could Tell

Since my early adulthood, I’ve been a fan of old furniture, preferably oak and pine. As with many things, those old pieces seem to be of better quality than anything you can find in furniture stores these days. And they all have stories, which, sadly, they’re unable to tell us.

In previous posts,  I’ve shared photos and stories of some of the items in our home. A few things have family connections, such as this old table, and, of course, those are the most treasured.

There’s a wonderful little vintage shop in our town, and a couple of weeks ago, I stopped in for a visit. I was smitten with an adorable desk. ( Motor Man bought it for me…. oh, shall we say for…. Saint Patrick’s Day???)

The glass in the mirror is beveled, which is a good sign that the desk is rather old. The next picture shows the center space below the mirror.  The “My Trip book was the subject of this blog post.  The story about that little book is worth reading (or re-reading).  The glasses belonged to my dad, who passed away when I was an infant.

That center section folds out to provide a writing surface.

And, apparently at some time in the past, there was a little ink mishap…or two. Just imagine all the handwritten letters that may have been penned on this surface in years past.

The doors in the bottom section open up to reveal an interesting little storage area.  The wooden box isn’t part of the desk, but seems to fit well there.

Whenever we acquire an old piece of furniture, I can’t help but wonder about the folks who owned and loved it in the past.

If only we knew the stories this old desk could tell.

~These Days Of Mine~