Is it just me, or does everyone have a “go-to-swear-word?”  You know, the word that spews out so easily, during the stubbing of a toe or a barefoot walk over scattered Lego’s.   Yeah…that word…

Even when I only “Christian-cussed,” I had my go to word.  It was:  “Sweet Hallelujahs!” AND believe me, it never came out reverently…

Unfortunately, my go-to word has morphed into something a little more colorful.  I’m too ashamed to write it out but lets just say, it begins with a “f” and ends with “k,” and that’s all I’ll say about it.

Now, you may be asking yourself, “What the hell does this have to do with a road trip to Maine?”  You’ll see…

Let me start from the beginning.  On the night of day 3, I set the alarm on my phone for early-o-clock.  My intentions were to meet a friend for morning coffee.  Sure enough the alarm sounded, and like a good girl, I didn’t hit the snooze, but got up, showered and readied myself for the day.

I didn’t want to keep my friend waiting.

In the car, I hurriedly set the GPS, (I’ve named it “little-critter”) headed out the parking lot, and  was on my way with time to spare.  Feeling proud of myself, I steered “O Silver” (my car…and yes, I do name everything) through the toll gate, and together we began to eat up the miles, between myself, and my friend.  Like a good driver, my eyes scanned the road ahead, the rear-view mirror, the speed odometer and back to the road ahead.

During one such inspection, my eyes  settled on little-critter, and I noticed its roadway was blinking a bright red and yellow.  Immediately,my personal swear word, released its venom on the no- good-lying-little-critter, and then spread her poison over the individual  who invented the no-good-lying piece of you-know-what.

In the midst of the colorful language, a green roadside came into view and it read Kennebunkport, Maine.  Oops.  I realized had gone in the wrong direction.

I apologized to little-critter  and its maker, and took the next exit, five miles down the road, where I turned around and headed back the toll booth, to pay a second time.

I met my friend, Diamond, whom I hadn’t seen for almost two years.  It was so good to get her hug and share a warm cup of Starbucks’s coffee, of which she paid.  (Thank you Diamond!)

Don’t you just love her name?  I do!  It fits her perfectly, and by that, I don’t mean she’s a diamond in the rough, but a Diamond perfectly polished, beautiful inside and out.

Next, I met another friend, Claudette, at the I-hop for a stack of pumpkin spice pan-cakes. I love the way sitting down at a table to share a meal brings peace  in comradery.   Jesus sets the example, by breaking bread and offering wine to his disciples at the Last Supper.

Claudette has many attributes that I admire, but what I admire most, is the depth of her spirituality and the depth of her love for nature and animals.   I think she and I are kindred spirits in both aspects.  She loves her dogs as much I love mine…after all, they are our babies.

After buying a new tire at Sears, I took a long scenic drive on highway 1-A.  If you’re ever up that way, its a drive I highly recommend.  It parallels the ocean, hugging the rocky coastline of both New Hampshire and Maine.  It truly is breath taking.

All in all, day 4, was a good day, in spite of its rocky beginning.  Spending time with my friends was a true blessing from God.

Later that evening, he blessed me once again, by painting a beautiful sunset for my eyes to enjoy, as I walked along the sands of Wells beach.

(to be continued…)

(lest you think I have a potty mouth…I do confess to embellishing the truth…but only a little)