Sunday Morning Coffee: Safely Home

The flight home was uneventful. We landed in Allentown right on time, and we pulled into our own driveway around 5:30 last night.  It was a wonderful week, and I’m so glad we decided to go.

I’m not a bit glad about what I brought back with me, though. I actually have a temperature this morning, which of course makes me wonder about the flu. Trouble is the temp is only 98.3, which won’t impress any doctor.  My normal temp hovers just under 97, so when it goes to 99 I’m feeling really sick.  Right now?  Yeah, I’m feeling really sick. I’m controlling the cough with Mucinex,  soothing my sore throat with something Dan brought me from California called Strepfen.  Works really well, and I’m going to have to see if I can find it here or online. dreamstime_xl_sickemoji16666999_0

And I’m drinking hot tea with honey.  Coffee just didn’t appeal this morning.  In fact, my appetite is gone.  I was pleasantly surprised when I stepped on the scale this morning to see that I’ve lost four pounds.  Now, if only I can keep it off after I start feeling better!

I heard Terry coughing in the night, and he’s still in bed. Seems I shared my misery with my friend Deb, as well as with my husband. How kind of me, right?  I did my best to always cover my coughing and sneezing.  I have no idea where I caught it, but I’m beginning to think it’s just in the air.

Well.  This too shall pass. It was worth it, I think.  I was probably going to be sick anyway, and at least I had the pleasure of ocean breezes, dolphin sightings, pelicans flying, the beautiful city of Savannah, some really excellent seafood, and the company of close friends.

I miss being in church. And I know Terry must be feeling pretty lousy, too, for him to stay home. So we’ll pamper ourselves today and hope for better things tomorrow.


Heading Home

We’re packed and ready to get back on the airplane. While I look forward to being back home, I’ve caught a really bad cold and I don’t feel good at all.  I’m dreading the plane ride because it’s going to aggravate my already stuffy nose and ears.

Yesterday, we went to take a look at the Hilton Head lighthouse in Harbour Town. the-famous-harbour-town-lighthouse-at-dusk-on-hilton-head-island-south-c14thy

Davina loves lighthouses, so Deb and I found her a little replica of this one.

Once we were home, I’m afraid I pretty much vegged out for the rest of the day. Huddled under a blanket and enjoyed watching the videos of Anne of Green Gables.  We all did, actually, and that was fun, too.

Yesterday, in the morning, we spent quite some time sharing favorite passages of scripture. It is truly a delight to be able to enjoy fellowship with old friends around the thing that brought us all together. God’s Word is eternal, unchanging, always fresh and new every morning.

So.  If I’m feeling better, it will be back to work on Tuesday, and life will resume as normal.

And that’s a good thing, too.


Yesterday, (Thursday)  we drove to Savannah and took the tour via bus of the historic area of the city.

Our guides were a lot of fun.  Humorous and knowledgeable.  One was British, and had that stiff upper li[ humor that sends me into gales of laughters.


It’s really a lovely city, with lots of history for people like me who love the history of America.

For supper, we stopped at Five Guys on Hilton Head.  Oh boy, was that good 🙂

Back at the condo, we played a couple of games, laughed a lot, had a pleasant evening. But there is a sense of sadness, because today is the last day.   We’ll be flying back home tomorrow morning, and our vacation will be a wonderful memory.

I’ve caught a cold–coughing, mostly, with some sinus aggravation.  Using a good over the counter remedy, but still not feeling tip-top.  Glad it didn’t start until the latter part of the week.

We’ve naturally done a lot of reminiscing. When you’ve been friends with people this long, you have lots of shared memories.  It’s a good thing, bringing both tears and laughter.

Right now, Joe is making French toast; Davina is frying bacon and sausage,  and Deb is being a general assistant.  Haven’t seen Rick yet, and Terry is in our room getting ready for the day.

Beach time today, I think.



Dolphins and Pelicans

Yesterday (Wednesday)  we went on a dolphin cruise in the marshlands of the island. It was wonderful!  I love dolphins, and I wished my daughter were with us because she loves them too. We saw at least ten, maybe more, and at one point they were near enough our little boat for us to almost be able to touch them.


At times,  it seemed they were paralleling our boat. Then they would split off, submerge, and reappear some distance ahead of us. Our guide pointed out a pair like this one, a mama and her baby.

Then our guide took us to what looked like a sandbar, but was actually a clam dune of dead clams that have washed up over the years.  There were two sets of pelicans.  One set’s members were brown with yellow heads, and the other set were pure white with black tips on their wings.

It was a beautiful day, with the sun hiding now and then behind broken clouds. Got a little chilly when our guide  increased the speed, but I didn’t mind a bit.  To see all those dolphins, and have them come so close to the boat, was just so exciting!  It reminded me of the whale watch we did up at Bar Harbor several years ago, another breath-taking excursion.

God’s creation is so amazing.  I don’t know how anyone can truly believe that it “just happened,” with all the diversity and precision that exists. I remember Terry telling me about a science teacher he had years ago who encouraged his students to lie on their bellies and just watch one square foot of ground. The amount and variety of life Terry remembers observing was incredible. They all have their own systems, their own habitats, their own social groupings. No one will ever convince me that it was all due to evolution.

No.  There is a Master Designer, and He must have had such an amazing time putting His world together for us to enjoy.

I love it here.  People told me Hilton Head is special, and they were right.

I could write poetry about the incredible seafood we had last night, but I think I’ve already said enough 🙂

The Beach

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Synonyms for the beach (or, as my PA friends would say, the shore):  Calm. Relaxing. Hypnotic, Beckoning. Soothing. Beautiful. Restful, Peaceful. 

It was about 63º yesterday afternoon, so we had a perfect January beach day. Jackets, of course, because there’s always enough of a breeze to make it feel cooler than whatever the temperature says.

I still can’t walk very far because of my back issues, but I was able to enjoy a slow stroll with Terry.  He’s not as big a fan of the beach as I am, but he endures it because he knows I love it.  He’d rather be in the woods.

We all have a place that we wind soothing and safe.  When I do trauma therapy, I ask my  clients to create a safe place in their minds; a place where they feel protected, calm, and safe from their fears. The beach is popular. So is the forest. Some choose the home of their grandparents or some other people in their lives who sheltered them.

Thinking about all that, I thought of this passage:

Psalm 121

121 I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help.

My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth.

He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: he that keepeth thee will not slumber.

Behold, he that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep.

The Lord is thy keeper: the Lord is thy shade upon thy right hand.

The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night.

The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil: he shall preserve thy soul.

The Lord shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore.

We had devotions from this passage on Sunday morning, and I know it to a lovely melody that has been in my mind ever since.  The Lord is my safe place. He is the One I go to when I am stressed or fearful, feeling unable to cope.


Time for a Break


I’m stepping away from my study of Isaiah for a week or so.  I need a break, and we’re taking one 🙂  We’re traveling southward, to enjoy warmer temps and maybe some beach time for a few days.

We’ll be with friends we’ve known for 40+ years, so the fellowship will be sweet and a lot of fun.

I’ll have my laptop with me, so I will probably pop in now and then. Or maybe every day, who knows?  Blogging is such a habit now that I’m not sure I can go a whole week without writing!

Comings and Goings

You know, it’s funny how life just keeps on moving, and the cycles that you once lived are now being lived by your kids and your grandchildren. And now?

Well, we’re the parents and grandparents that are standing at our door waving goodbye–again–as our offspring get on with their lives.

It seems such a short time ago that it was MY parents who waved goodbye, keeping up brave smiles, as we backed out of their driveway after a visit. We lived so far away that sometimes two or three years could go by before we would see them again.


I don’t even try the brave smile stuff.  I just let the tears come, because they’re going to anyway, sooner or later.

This morning we said goodbye to out son Dan, who is flying to England to reunite with his wife and start a new life in the UK.  We’re happy for them. Really.  But we don’t know when we’ll see them again, and that’s just hard.

I’ve been busy all day, which is a good thing.  Taught my homeschool co-op class–Dickens Great Expectations.  Packing for a week-long holiday with friends. We’ll be flying tomorrow, and I’m so glad to have this to look forward to.

Once we’re back home, life will soon pick up its normal rhythm and I’ll adjust to having another son living across the ocean.  After all,  parents down through the centuries have seen their children off into places unknown.   Those days must have been extremely difficult for those who never saw their loved ones again, communicating infrequently through letters.  At least communication today is quick, easy, accessible–and you can even Skype or  use another program to chat  face to face over long distances.

Okay, I think I’ve talked myself out of my schlump.  Dan and Maria are reunited by now,  possibly even have made it to their flat in London.

See?  I’m already speaking British 🙂