Monday… Mapshot?

I took this picture on Sunday with the intention of using it for my Sunday Snapshot, but I forgot to post it on Sunday. So here it is Monday, and I am wanting to share my Sunday Snapshot, only now it is a taken-on-Sunday-posted-on-Monday Snapshot. Unfortunately, Monday Snapshot does not sound nearly as smooth as Sunday Snapshot, so I am going to call it my Monday Mapshot, just because I can.

And may this serve as my reminder to pay attention to what day of the week it is so that I can avoid this confusion in the future…

…the sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonders forever. ~ Jacques-Yves Cousteau

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Walking with Charbie

The great pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him and not only will he not scold you, but he will make a fool of himself too.  ~Samuel Butler, Notebooks, 1912

Charbie absolutely loves the beach. He is such a happy boy out there running around in the sand, digging up shells and chasing waves. He especially loves “Shelly,” the large white clam shells. He runs from Shelly to Shelly, making sure he says hello to each one, while trying to decide which one he wants to take home. One could make himself dizzy following Charbie’s paw prints around in the sand. Every morning when we come home from our walk, he has sand on his nose and Shelly in his mouth, and he is just as proud as can be. I think what I love best is the look he gives me as we are heading back to the house. The look that says ‘hey, that was fun, thanks for taking me along.’ If only he knew that I enjoy our walks together just as much as he does…     

The most affectionate creature in the world is a wet dog.  ~Ambrose Bierce


Sweet Boy

If there were to be a universal sound depicting peace, I would surely vote for the purr.  ~Barbara L. Diamond

Every night as I am making our bed, Remington P. Cat climbs under the blanket while I am tucking it in. When I am finished, I go to the head of the bed, lift the blanket and say “peek–boo” to Remi, who meows sweetly at me and comes walking out from under the blanket. After his nightly performance, he waits patiently as I finish the bed, knowing full well that he will be rewarded for his efforts. He meows at me until I remove a certain bag from the cupboard, and then devours his treats with reckless abandon.

In the morning, it is much the same. Only instead of our usual game of “peek-a-boo,” he becomes a paper weight. Or, more accurately, a blanket weight. He is so proud of his ability to make me scoot him all over the bed in order to make it, that he waits patiently until I reach for his treat bag once again.

To many people, he may appear to be just another spoiled cat. But to me, he is just about the best cat there ever was. This rather large bundle of fur melts my heart. It was 14 years ago today that Rob took me to the Humane Society in Missoula, Montana to pick out a cat. “Crosby” was a 2-year old who was in the “cats with colds” room, trying to get over the sniffles. Once we met him, though, we knew that he would be going home with us.

Time, as always, has flown by and today we are celebrating Remington P. Cat’s 16th birthday. He is just as strong and youthful as ever, but he is sleeping much more these days and he always wants to be on someone’s lap. I find myself looking at his sweet face and being so very thankful for all the wonderful years he has shared with us, and very selfishly hoping that they will continue forever…

Happy Birthday, Sweet Boy.

Who would believe such pleasure from a wee ball o’ fur?  ~Irish Saying



Are we really sure the purring is coming from the kitty and not from our very own hearts? ~Terri Guillemets

Life on the OBX

“Because there’s nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it is sent away.” ~Sarah Kay

We made it to the Outer Banks of North Carolina! We were all giddy little school children when we found out just how close to the ocean our RV pad is. There is a sand dune right behind us, and when I climb upon it and look around, I can see Waldo in one direction, and the Atlantic Ocean in the other. Off in the distance, the Bodie Island lighthouse guides ships safely home. We cracked the window last night and lay there listening to the soothing sound of the waves crashing upon the shore. What is it about the ocean that is so captivating?

Rob begins his volunteer position tomorrow. He will tour the island and get to know the visitor’s center for a few days, and then he will begin working on his own. It will be a nice, quiet job, especially since it is the off-season here in the Outer Banks. We will be here through April, though, so slowly the shops will reopen and people will return to the island, bringing more visitors to the Pea Island National Wildlife Refuge Visitor’s Center.

I think we are going to like it here. We are going to like it a lot.


Our time in Damascus, Virginia was amazing. Having our own personal tour guide meant that we were able to see so much more than we would have otherwise. It seems that all too often a town’s true treasures remain unseen, only to be revealed by those who call the area home. The small village full of history that keeps to itself, far off the beaten path. The snowy view from the top of a mountain. The little store that carries everything from canned chicken to ax handles. Train stations that remind us of how things used to be.

Places we might not even have noticed, time we wouldn’t have spent, had we been there by ourselves.

The fact that we were able to spend time with a dear friend made our time there even better. After three days, I still wasn’t ready to leave. There was still more to see and I wasn’t ready to say good-bye to someone who has become so very special to me.

Perhaps I never would have been ready…