Author: Beth Morrison

Today’s slow roll began at 8:15 a.m., fifteen minutes ahead of schedule. We arrived at the Cape May Ferry an hour and 15 minutes before our 10:30 reservation. We were unaware we had a problem. Imagine our surprise when the nice lady working the ticket booth responded to Ron’s query, “Are we too early for…

No fire this morning, but we did enjoy our drive to church. Arriving just in time for the service, we met Carolanne and Troy in the parking lot. Mike held the door for us as we entered. Worship hadn’t started. The guest speaker gave us four ways we can control our own victory: Humble ourselves…

Change is good. Although not necessarily wanted. Today reminded me of that fact. Campfires in the morning are special days. Outdoor offices with a campfire, heavenly. The morning highlight was my neighbor. She strolled past with blue hair, matching her flowery blue nightgown, the outfit complete with pink crocs. My kind of fashion, no pretense,…

Somehow, someway, we managed to leave exactly when we wanted, noon. The Crusader was standing tall in her spot at Hampton Boat and RV Storage (HBR). So far, our favorite place to park her when not in use. They provide tight security and electricity, which enables us to keep our fridge running. After unpacking, we…