Road Trips

I love this article about the “Rock City barns” from Smoky Mountain News SMNXtra, written by Cliff Kevill, especially this line:

“To spot one of these sentinels is to catch a glimpse of a time gone by when families in sedans and station wagons took to two-lane highways in search of adventure.”

Makes me feel nostalgic, bringing back lots of good memories. I come from a family, apparently going back a couple of generations, who liked to pile in the car and go on a ride — day trips, weekend getaways, Sunday afternoons. Later, after 4-lane highways made their appearance, I always wanted to go what I would call “the people way” — which meant 2-lane roads through small towns and the countryside in between, away from the highway. I always felt the 4-lane was boring and not too interesting to view out my backseat window. I still feel that way. These trips embraced western North Carolina, eastern Tennessee, northern Georgia, and parts of South Carolina.

I can’t really think back about my life over the years without remembering road trips to special and beautiful places with family, both as a child and as an adult, and every one of them was an adventure, accompanied by a sense of anticipation and excitement. Who knew what the day might bring?

When my parents were in their 70s, I was the driver and they were the passengers, and we all still enjoyed taking off on an adventure of a day trip somewhere, usually involving at least in part a previously untraveled (by us) road as well as a fair amount of reminiscing. Now that my parents have passed on, these are precious memories I can hold on to.

Oh, and by the way, yes, I have actually been to Rock City.


Sometimes You Just Need a Friend

Oscar misses Emmy. They were almost always sleeping together. He would lick her head; she would lick his head. Now I can love on him but I can’t go that far, and Macchiato is too busy either being jealous or biting Oscar’s tail to get quite that close, though they will sometimes sleep on the couch at the same time, but apart. So, I put a little fake kitty down, and Oscar cozied up to it. Spirit (my sweet diabetic cat that died a few years ago) used to lie down next to this kitty, too, and a workman a long time ago was talking to it until I told him it wasn’t real. Anyway, my sweet boy is tugging at my heart strings.


My Feathered Friends

I love watching the birds outside my window. The cardinal, chickadee, tufted titmouse, Eastern bluebird, nuthatch, robin, a variety of woodpeckers and finches, hummingbird, dove, bluejay, sparrow, and joree seem to be the most common visitors to my yard, though there are the occasional others. I suppose I shouldn’t say ‘visitor’ since some of them live and raise their families right here in my trees and shrubs and are as at home here as I am. There’s definitely something comforting and cozy about looking out at the birds that share my little corner of this earth and listening to their sounds and songs. That makes me happy, and today our country gives them special honor on National Bird Day.


From Housemates to Brothers

I share my house and my heart with these two little guys, Oscar, a tuxedo kitty, and Macchiato, an American bobtail, both rescues.  Unfortunately, two weeks ago, Oscar’s sweet, close, and lookalike sister, Emmy, passed away from kidney failure (the two of them were almost inseparable, spending most of their time in their own little world), and now these two boys are figuring out how to get along and become more than housemates, but brothers.  It’s  a work in progress, and I’m trying to keep my expectations reasonable, but sharing a couch is a good place to be.  They’re family and make up a big part of my cozy life.

I miss this precious little Emmy girl and her sweet kisses. While there’s an empty space here in the house, she’s always in my heart.