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Random Five Friday

Friday again and time for five random thoughts:

1.) I’m still enjoying the zinnias in our yard.  When I snapped this pic, the butterfly and bee were both on the bloom, but in that split second, the butterfly took flight.

2.) Marshall sent me this picture of his newest kitty, Scream, and gave me permission to share it here.

Marshall believes Scream may be part-Bengal.  His coat is striped on his back, but he has spots on his tummy.

3.) If you’re looking for something to do during the eclipse (other than chance looking at it), check out the Corolla Wild Horse Fund Facebook page and “be there” at 2:00 on Monday afternoon. Here’s what they’re going to attempt: “Our plan is to locate a harem of horses and do a live Facebook video documenting their behavior during the eclipse. There are a lot of variables (the horses, our internet connection, etc., etc.) but we’re going to do our best! Be sure to tune in.”  I plan to be watching and wish them much success with this project!

4.) These horses live just “down the road” from us, and one day this week, they were standing near the highway.  I turned around and went back for a picture. They happily posed for me.

5.)  My friend, Donna, and I are hoping to make it to the Farmers Market tomorrow.

I’d love it if you’d share your Friday randoms.

~These Days Of Mine~

Monday Morning Mews: The Apology

Hello, efurryone. This is Sundae, and today it’s my turn to post.

If you read Motor Mommy’s post last Friday, you know that I’ve been quite a naughty girl recently…..I’ve been biting her on the arm while she’s at the computer.

I really wish I could say what my reason is, but sometimes, it’s difficult for us kitties to put our feelings into words. Yes, I know that I’m doing something wrong when I bite. And I’d like to publicly apologize to Motor Mommy for hurting her.

Several of our readers left comments with ideas about WHY I might be doing that, and some included suggestions on how to break me of the habit.  Ideas included ignoring the bad behavior, swatting me on the nose when I bite (huh?!) and perhaps some calming meds from my vet.

I’m really, really going to try to stop biting my mommy.  I even agreed to pose with her for a selfie.

Okay, I admit it:  judging by my look in this picture, I don’t really appear to be “on board” with a change in my attitude, do I?

I think I have my work cut out for me….

~These Days Of Mine~



Random Five Friday

It’s been a while since I’ve posted five randoms on Friday, so today’s the day:

1.) Motor Man and I hosted my family reunion last Saturday. My earliest memories of that event were when I was a child, and the family met at my uncle’s farm. We all brought wire coat hangers and roasted hot dogs over an open fire.  Over the years, there have been reunions with more than 70 people in attendance. This year, we had 14. But the weather was perfect, and we all had a great time.

2.) Last night, for the first time ever, I put a cat in time out.  Sundae has bitten me on the arm three times this week – all unprovoked and “breaking the skin” each time. Every time that it’s happened, I’ve been sitting at my computer, not paying any attention to her. Perhaps that’s the problem. I think she knows what she’s doing is wrong, because she immediately runs from the scene.  Last night, when she ran from the room, I closed the door, leaving her in another part of the house from Motor Man and me.  I’m open to suggestions….

3.) I took this picture on our most recent Outer Banks trip to see the wild horses. It wasn’t until I uploaded the pics to the computer that I noticed the neck-scratching taking place.

4.) I’m sharing a sunset picture from earlier in the week. It was at the end of an overcast day, and I had to wait for the sun to clear the clouds. So worth the wait.

5.) I recently purchased a “super size” external hard drive, and Marshall came to transfer all my photos off the computer. (YIKES….the idea of doing this is keeping me awake at night, even though they’re already backed up on another hard drive.) When we connected the hard drive to the computer via USB, we expected it to be assigned a drive letter.  But that didn’t happen. So, unless we can figure this out, I may be returning that hard drive for a more user-friendly one. Searching for solutions online has us even more confused. We aren’t IT folks: just regular people. Again, I’m open to suggestions….

Have a good weekend; looks to be a rainy one for us. At least, we have no family reunion planned.

~These Days Of Mine~


Wildlife Wednesday: Mama Trusts Me

Although there have been goslings in our yard many times, we’d never seen ducklings.

That changed a few days ago when a Mama Duck showed up, with her three babies proudly in tow.

Look! Look who I brought for you to meet!

Since I only had whole corn, which the babies couldn’t eat, our neighbor graciously gave me  a small supply of cracked corn. The little ones have been enjoying that (far left).

I made sure to have a low-to-the-ground bird bath close by for them to have fresh water.  I suppose it’s now officially a “duck bath”.


Seeing these little ones make me smile, and knowing that Mama Duck trusts me enough to bring them so close is just a bonus.

~These Days Of Mine~



The Perfect Plant

Last year I discovered how hardy zinnias, those vintage plants that seem to thrive on neglect, are.  The huge PLUS for me is that the deer completely ignore them.

Although I planted some zinnia seeds this year (a gift from my friend, Donna), as well as a few plants I purchased, many of the zinnias in our yard are volunteers from last year.

The butterflies have been enjoying them almost as much as, perhaps more than, I have. Last Sunday, they were having a field day (pardon the pun), so I grabbed the camera and went out to stand in the flowerbed in order to get  pictures.

There were swallowtails on dark pink zinnias:

And swallowtails on dark pink zinnias:

And monarch butterflies on coral-colored zinnias.

And monarch butterflies on pink zinnias.

And silver-spotted skippers (I googled it) on blooms of a perennial that I can never remember the name of….

One zinnia, in particular, has grown to enormous proportions this year, actually requiring a trellis for support.

So, to recap: zinnias are prolific bloomers, they require very little care, they re-seed, they attract butterflies and they aren’t on the deer menu.

In my book yard , that makes them the perfect plant.

~These Days Of Mine~


The Music Of My Life…Is Back

From my earliest memories, there was music in our home. I’ve mentioned before that my sisters were fifteen and sixteen when I was born. So I was familiar with rock and roll from a very young age.

I recall attending an Elvis movie with my mom and sister, Rose, when I was still young enough that I wanted to take my doll baby with me.  Rose was horrified, but mom convinced her that having your little sister take a doll to an Elvis movie was not the end of the world.

the era of the doll/Elvis movie incident

Looking back, I really don’t think I discovered music when I became a teenager, as most young people do. I just gradually “morphed” from my sisters’ music (Elvis, Roy Orbison, The Everly Brothers, Gene Pitney) to MY music (The Beach Boys, The Beatles, The Grass Roots, Neil Diamond, Creedence).

The radio station that EVERYONE listened to in our area was 1310-AM WGH (World’s Greatest Harbor).  The station first signed on in 1928, thus the three call letters as opposed to the four now required. In the 1950’s, WGH began playing Top 40 music. Of course, when evenings came, the signal diminished to the point that we couldn’t pick up it up in our rural area. Then we’d have to switch to an out-of-state station to listen to our music.

For Christmas one year when I was a young teen, I received a transistor radio. I’m sure my mom tired of buying batteries for it. But what a joy it was to carry my music with me, and especially to listen to one of those out-of-state stations at night on that little radio stashed under my pillow.

My 15-year old self with niece, Barb

During the Thanksgiving season, the station held a contest: when you heard the sound of the turkey gobble, you called the station. If you were the correct number caller, you would win a prize. One year (after I was out of school and working at my first job), I won a Paul Anka record album.  I was thrilled, especially since he had previously written and recorded the song, Diana.  And I forgave him for the misspelling. (Just kidding: for those of you reading my blog for the first time, my name is spelled Dianna.)

Graduated, working and my first car

I’m not really sure when WGH changed its format, but at some point, we began listening to other radio stations.

For a while, there was a station that would play the “oldies”: the music we listened to during our teen years. But in recent years, we had to be content with a few of those mixed in among current songs. I’ve admitted here before that I’m a music snob: preferring that from the 50’s, 60’s, and the first few years of the 70’s.

Last Friday morning, I logged onto Facebook, and discovered to my delight that WGH had changed its format and was once again playing the music I loved.  What a surprise:  our beloved WGH is back.

Driving is fun again because the “music of my life” is on the radios in our vehicles. There’s also a live stream, so I can listen on the computers at our shop AND at home. That means there’s no problem when the sun goes down and the signal weakens.   My son, Marshall, (also a music snob fan of  the oldies) commented last weekend that he can’t remember the last time we actually looked forward to the next song on the radio.

On Monday afternoon, a small group of followers of the WGH Facebook page met in the parking lot at the site of the station’s studios “back in the day”. Motor Man and I attended. Someone brought a boom box, and we all played a very informal game of “Name That Tune”.

Enjoying my music again

At the current time, there are no deejays, but we’re told that will come in the future. There are already over 1,000 songs in their treasury, also with more to come.

And if you’re a fan of “my” kinda music, here’s the link to the live stream, so you can enjoy it too:

In addition to that wonderful music, there are also vintage commercials and WGH jingles. We’re all teenagers again!

I just may have to find a vintage transistor radio. Wonder if Motor Man would mind one under my pillow?

~These Days Of Mine~




Monday Morning Mews

Good morning, readers! Sundae here. It’s my turn to post today, but since I’ve led a rather uneventful life recently (and that’s a good thing), I’ve asked Motor Mommy to help me out this morning.   We have quite a few new readers,  so she’s going to share a kitty-related post she wrote some time ago. Enjoy!

Today’s post is inspired by this flag that I bought recently at the shop owned by Marshall and his dad. (Marshall recommended it; he knew I’d like it.)

9 cats one

So I began thinking of some of the cats that have owned me through the years. Believe me, there have been many more than nine.

One of the first cats I remember was Muffin (Muff, for short). Muff was a soft, long-haired muted brown cat. I remember her being very sweet and gentle.  And Mom seemed to like her more than some of my other cats. Sadly, Muff was lying in a pile of leaves in our driveway one day when we came home, and my Mom didn’t see her.  Mom and I were both heartbroken.

Another cat from my childhood was a short-haired white cat, named Lace. One day, probably because I pleaded and begged, Mom agreed that we could take Lace on a car ride with us to my sister’s house, about 20 miles away. Lace didn’t care much for the ride.  She. Was. Distraught. She meowed and paced all over the car, including on top of my Mom’s head – while she was driving. I’m pretty sure that was Lace’s only car trip.

Before Marshall was born, his dad and I had two cats: a gray and white one, named Hot Dog (after Dennis the Menace’s cat), and a black cat named Mr. Poovie. Remember the old Gomer Pyle show? Gomer’s girlfriend was Lou Anne Poovie. One day, we were watching that show, and Gomer was calling after Lou Anne’s dad: “Mr. Poovie! Mr. Poovie!”.  And, sometimes, that’s how you select a cat’s name.

Also before Marshall was born, his dad and I had been to see the movie, Smokey And The Bandit when it was showing in theaters. When we came home, there was a little gray tabby kittten on our front porch. Of course, we named him Bandit, and he was with us for about seven years, including Marshall’s early childhood. (Click to enlarge)

Later, Miss Piggy, who belonged to a neighbor, decided she’d rather live with us. (No, we did NOT name her.) Soon, she presented us with two kittens, Callie and Stormy.

miss piggy

Of course, you know about my late kitty, Beezy, my feline soul mate.

db and beezy 5-5-2007 6-20-18 PM

And, our current kitty, this little scamp.

sundae curled

So, you see, I’m more than qualified to have that 9 cats garden flag.

Today’s edit:  Since this post was published on May 24, 2013, Motor Man and I have been adopted by Gypsy.

 And Marshall has three kitties: Snugg, Chessie and Screamer.  Snugg and Chessie are pictured here.

And here’s Chessie and Screamer.

Sundae hopes you’ve enjoyed this little “rerun”, and she’ll try to have something NEW to share for her next Monday Morning Mews.

~These Days Of Mine~