Author: Beth Morrison

“Don’t hurt my Honey’s car with the hail,” Ron said, smiling with a humorous inflection. The trip started roughly when traveling to see our friends Laura and Mike in Lewes, DE. First, I thought I left my medicine at home, so we pulled over for me to look for it. Thankfully I found the pill…

“Put it on meandering, not now, later. I gotta own it. B64, that’s where I hit the pole. Dog gone it!” Ron’s disgust at his error surprised me. Thankfully, the corner where it hit the pole only sustained cosmetic damage, but hubby had difficulty letting go of his mistake.” “I gotta let it go. I…

Friday morning started with Body Flow, a mixture of Tai chi, yoga, and pilates that Ron and I consider physical therapy for aging bodies. After quick showers at home, we hit the road to visit our dear friends Mike and Lynda in Mt. P, also known as Mt.Pleasant. Arriving just past 5:30, we enjoyed a…

“Alright pups, we’re good to go. 10:00 a.m., right on time,” Ron said. Hoisting himself into the truck, our first trip with the trailer to Myrtle Beach began with the sunshining and the temperature warm. First trip with our new back up camera, solar powered, we’ll see how it does. We listened to the Bear…

“What the fork?” Ron said when the tire pressure began beeping on 168. Lifting a glass lens to his right eye, he became more perplexed when the right trailer tire read 98 degrees. “It could be a misread, remember the other time?” “Or it might not be, we’ve had enough flat tires.” I said, looking…

“Is this our fourth trip, or fifth?” After much discussion, we decided fourth. On our first Valentine’s Day together, we used a Groupon for our getaway to Addy Sea in Bethany Beach; it always reminds me of our argument because Ron didn’t propose. We occupied the first room on the right, second floor, with a…

“7:11 plus 8 hours means 3:11 arrival,” Ron said as pale pink ribbons ushered in the daylight. Heading south, the Crusader began meandering to Florida for our annual trip. “And we’re off. Leg two of our trip to Florida,” Ron said at 8:06 a.m. when he put the truck in gear and pulled out of…

“It’s going to be a Hallmark movie weekend. They’ve got stuff going on all weekend.” Lisa said. Edenton’s Christmas celebration does come straight from a Hallmark channel movie set, snow the only thing missing. Plans include a Candle Light Christmas tour of homes, a local author’s book signing, an early morning Christmas parade, eggnog and…

“Welcome to the farm,” Lisa said when we pulled into Bleu Stallion Farm, so named because of their mini pony, Rascal’s blue eye. Built in 1928, the two story, metal roof farmhouse welcome all who enter it’s premises. Touring the grounds brought a smile to my face as I met ducks, chickens and roosters all…

“Can’t you just see me cruisin’ around DuBois with my girls, singing?” “Yes, I can,” Ron replied with a wry smile as he glanced at me. “Pyromania” streamed from the radio, and I relived a teenage moment as I karaoked along to the best of my ability. My voice hoarse from my battle with the…