
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)




Fabulous photos!! It’s been over 14 years since my last visit…….I’m a guilty F-bomber 😬😬
LOL…good! Glad I’m not alone 🙂
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