Blast from the Past

 Stephanie, me, Stephan at Morehead UMC

I haven't seen Stephen and Stephanie 

since I supervised Stephen 

in a field education placement

in Rougemont in 2009.

It was a good summer

I was still fairly new pastor

there were two good students

which made it fun for everyone.

Now look at us

going gray

I'm retired

he's pastor of wonderful busy church

Stephanie obviously great help to him (still) 

they have two boys the eldest 14

makes me feel old.

On Sunday I drove to Greensboro

to see him in the pulpit at Morehead UMC

It was a really good sermon and delivery

text was Ephesians

Stephen exegeted the scripture

gave personal examples

preaching I find so engaging.

It was so worth the drive

even an hour even in the rain

so blessed to see such

goodness knowledge call carried forward.

Restlessness

 

Where does the path lead? Does it matter?

Home is quiet today reading all done

chicken in crockpot

lunch with friend in an hour

there is restlessness

I know pickleball mahjong lunches will get old

what am I (still) passionate about?

No desire to be docent

volunteer at gardens (done that disliked it)

hospital volunteer (done that too)

babysit (mixed bag)

stock food pantry

march as Keith does

I sense church is still where I am led

or is it just my comfort zone?

Keith asks are you sorry you retired

my answer is no

 not even ready to volunteer as short-term interim.

Actually church isn't comfort zone anymore

have trouble remembering names

my singing voice declining

difficulty seeing words in dim sanctuary

theological lectures

not even comfortable in Sunday school.

Months ago I told other ordained Cheryl at Massey’s

I want to be for a pastor

what she has been for me: friend

someone to talk things through

someone to fill in when I was sick or gone

I knew she could do anything in church and do it well.

I can see I will not be these things where I am

but

I also need want crave well-played hymns music

it’s how I worship

oh the music at Pittsboro is sublime.

Listen to this craziness

I could worship sing at 9 a.m. main service

visit around at 11 a.m. churches

especially struggling little ones

disrespected at charge conferences

God is still here!

might be interesting. 

Or not.

Dear Jesus would you like to weigh in?

Charge Conference

 

Last night's almost-Super Moon

I attended charge conference last night

even though my feet dragged

thought I was done with these things

but

I'm a member of this one

curious about the church

there is new DS to meet

young Korean shook my hand

is this him? this fellow looks too young

I gave my name but he did not give his

I asked him you are...? yes the DS

I can’t believe we’ve never met (actually I can)

it’s nice to meet you so that much is done.

No opportunity to sneak out

I stayed the duration

worship DS sermon

horrible discernment at church tables

never seen this done

felt sorry for small churches

embarrassed shamed

by having to answer questions.

Two churches doing well

growing excited about everything

Pittsboro and The Local Church

(relatively) new church merged with Evergreen

others not so much.

I feel impotently angry for little churches

who cannot understand

why outsiders do not find them attractive

last year’s charge profile allowed churches

to name villains:

Covid shrinking population 

disaffiliations

terrible pastoral leadership

hard to blame shrinking population

in this corner of the state.

 

Here’s what I know

only one of declining churches

present last night

has functioning web site

where someone might discover

what time the church worships

that is the tip of the iceberg I’m sure

I don’t know the answer

nor why my heart hurts for them.

As we’re leaving

here came a woman from Evergreen

who remembered me

(I was there briefly with Aldersgate)

we’re doing so well she told me

I’m happy for you! happy also

it appears Local Church and you all

get to keep your (valuable) property I said

after lunching last year

with Evergreen’s former interim pastor

who told she didn’t think it would happen

make it happen I urged her

it was good to see something

that might have ended badly

end very well

praise God.

Family Album

 

 An interesting place to begin

the black bars refuse to be trimmed off

or the photo enlarged.

This is my father, Thomas R. Moffett,

and his grandmother, Ethel Mae Welsh.

I knew her as Mamaw.

Married at 15 a mother at 16

of my grandfather.

Mamaw died when I was 13

so I remember her well

she loved me the daughter of her favorite grandchild

Sometimes I dream about her.

She told me her father was a child

when the South lost the Civil War

and their family moved in a covered wagon

from Mississippi to Texas. 

I found her mother's grave on-line

Nellie Breedlove.

I can't remember if the photo above is in another of my books.

I think it was taken last Easter, 2025

in the yard at Massey's Chapel.

While I was a pastor

our son, daughter-in-law, and their children

came to church on Christmas Eve and Easter.

In the background is the church's pollinator garden.

Our son, Eric, and family:

Rachel, Michelle, and Zach

among the sunflowers

summer 2025

Here is everyone in the Escape House

on our recent (Sept. 2025) trip to Myrtle Beach.

We solved the riddle and escaped the house

with 10 minutes to spare

no thanks to me. 

Michelle, Zach, and I are holding

fake gold nuggets.

It was really a search for treasure.

This is a nice photo of Keith and me

taken some time ago (more than 5 years, less than 10)

when we were living in Durham.

As I recall, it was taken at a Christmas party.

There's really no need for this sunset photo

of a lovely gibbous moon

partly blurred by clouds

I just like it.

Song Memories: B - D

 

"B" is for beautiful sunsets at our home in Pittsboro

There are many modern adaptations of old hymns on my ipod like

Blessed Assurance 

Be Thou My Vision 

Be Still My Soul

I love them they carry profound spiritual memories of worship

but I’m blogging about ipod secular songs

bringing back memories of ministry.

 

Under “B” is pair of songs by Simon and Garfunkle

lots of spiritual references in their music

in particular “Bridge Over Troubled Water”

also “The Boxer” spoke to me during difficult years

my favorite verse of “Bridge Over Troubled Water” is last

always filled me with hope

Sail on silvergirl sail on by

your time has come to shine

all your dreams are on their way

see how they shine

If you need a friend I'm sailing right behind

like a bridge over troubled water I will ease your mind

like a bridge over troubled water I will ease your mind.

 

I also identified with tougher verse 5 from “The Boxer”

with changed gender language:

In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by her trade

she carries the reminders of every glove that laid her down

or cut her til she cried out in her anger and her shame

“I am leaving I am leaving”

but the fighter still remains.

Best Christmas Eve sermon I preached

was “Candle in the Window”

using lyrics of “Can’t Fight This Feeling” by REO Speedwagon

I was pastor of Union Grove UMC in Bahama

known for having electric candles in its windows all night

some people said they visited the church because of the candles

I talked about what candles in church window might represent

do represent.

Even as I wander I'm keeping you in sight

you're a candle in the window on a cold, dark winter's night.

 

First heard in Divinity School the idea that God invites us to dance

resonated with me especially early in pastoral ministry

God led me in dances that were way over my head

learning the steps was difficult

“Dance with Me” by the Doobie Brothers

captures the joy playfulness God uses in invitations to dance.

Dance with me I want to be your partner can't you see?

the music is just starting

night is falling and I am calling

dance with me.

Still dancing Lord. 

Song Memories: A

 

2005 Graduation from Duke Divinity School

My ipod has become antique won’t play in new car

son-in-law Jonathan transferred songs to my phone

now they play in the car and everywhere else

haven’t listened to them in such a long time

many lyrics have meanings memories for me

as I drew closer to God

through divinity school

difficulties of ordination

early challenges of ministry

I’ll start in alphabetic order with “A”

maybe eventually I'll get farther than A.

 

“Always on My Mind” by Willie Nelson was a frequent prayer for me

as a pastor

in my mind I substituted “God” for “girl.”

Maybe I didn't love you quite as often as I could have

maybe I didn't treat you quite as good as I should have

if I made you feel second best

God I'm sorry I was blind

you were always on my mind you were always on my mind.

 

“Amie” by Pure Prairie League seemed to play a lot

during difficulties of getting reinstated as candidate for ministry

I debated a lot:

do I stay with this horrible process or give it up?

Jim R (gift from God) kept me hanging in there

God seemed playfully to speak to me

through refrain of this song.

Amie (Cheryl), what you wanna do?

I think I could stay with you

for a while, maybe longer if I do.

 

“And That’s All I Know” by Art Garfunkle expressed well

what I often felt in Divinity School.

All my plans have fallen through

all my plans depend on you

depend on you to help them grow

I love you and that's all I know.

 

“Angel” by Sarah McLauchlan reminds me

of meanness lack of hospitality 

of ordination boards

seemed like God was speaking to me

it’s important to realize what are lies.

You spend all your time waiting for that second chance

for a break that would make it okay

there's always some reason to feel not good enough

and it's hard at the end of the day….

So tired of the straight lines and everywhere you turn

there's vultures and thieves at your back

the storm keeps on twisting

keeps on building the lies 

that you make up for all that you lack.

 

“Annie’s Song” by John Denver kept coming up

when I was enrolled in spiritual direction school

I read somewhere his wife said

it became like a prayer to him

yes I can see that.

You fill up my senses like a night in a forest

like the mountains in springtime like a walk in the rain

like a storm in the desert like a sleepy blue ocean

you fill up my senses

come fill me again.

Finding my Place?

 

I visited Pittsboro UMC Sunday for the late service

five minutes from my home.

 

Lovely worship space

excellent music fantastic choir

congregation not overly friendly

but not unfriendly either

my presence seems to surprise pastors

he was friendlier on my way out the door.

Monday I received email from him

it was a joy having you in worship yesterday etc

this was first welcome note I have received

after sending hundreds of them myself

I emailed in reply I’ve been visiting churches

was invited to PUMC by neighbors

loved the worship service

not familiar with this district 

want to sing in choir at church near home 

which limits my choices.

 

Within a few minutes a return email

with contact info for choir director

we’d love to have you in our choir

I emailed director: can visitor join choir?

“Dear Pastor Cheryl” came reply – yes indeed

first fall practice is tomorrow at 7.

 

Next day I received church coffee mug

filled with chocolate kisses

and note: welcome!

also email from office administrator: welcome!

 

I think you’re being pursued Keith said

this is what is supposed to happen I replied

coffee mug was a nice touch.

 

Choir practice was superb also nostalgic

I haven’t been part of a well-led choir

with people who laugh joke enjoy each other

since I was a student at Pleasant Green

I so loved the choir there

my voice is worn out from years of preaching

no one seemed to notice.

 

Welcome Pastor Cheryl!

please I am retired 

I'm really a recovering pastor

they all laughed

just Cheryl will be fine

they were friendly welcoming.

 

So I will sing at 9 and 11 on Sunday

probably return to Sunday school between

perhaps I have found my place.

Hope, Part 2

 

Katherine and Mom at brunch, August 2025

Lovely weekend began with celebration of Katherine’s birthday

foursome brunch in Pittsboro

traveled next to artists gallery in Creedmoor

she selected glass pumpkin (which she collects) as gift

then home to play lively mahjong.

Saturday funeral in Roxboro with pretty backroads drive

good to see colleagues and former church members.

Neighbor invited me to Pittsboro UMC

may I ride with you?

of course but we go to Sunday school first is that okay 

I’m not sure I can keep my mouth shut in bible study I worried to Keith

you can do it he said.

Sunday school was a dozen older people around a table

lesson was in Luke’s Gospel but we began in Genesis

under the oaks of mamre

the teacher asked who were Abraham’s three visitors?

someone actually – actually! – answered the Trinity

the teacher said she had never heard this

they probably were God and two angels

I said nothing.

Late service in the old sanctuary

lovely space not as large as I guessed

big brass cross up front

stained glass windows potted plants

short curved Communion rail I guess they don’t kneel

organ piano choir

young pastor wears headset mic does not robe

bowtie reminds me of Bruce Stanley (smile)

he preached the last of three-part series on Prodigal Son.

The choir was superb excellent music

we sang Love Divine All Loves Excelling one of my favs.

I sat third row from front

between mahjong friend I recognized

and neighbors who brought me.

Church is hard for me friend said softly before service began

why is that I wondered

I was married to United Methodist pastor

who cheated on me with someone he was counseling

this was in Virginia

I’m so sorry I said

church is difficult for many people

you know I’m a retired pastor

we can talk about it sometime I offered

she said the one thing I want to leave with from worship

is a sense of hope

if I can just feel hope

it helps me get through the week.

Yes that is true for all of us I said.

Hope, Part 1

 

A monarch butterfly visiting our zinnias

Worst. blog. ever.

I'm about to destroy this latest iteration

use the Iceland photos

create a separate photo book.

 Maybe turn this into a family photo album.

I struggle - we struggle - each day

to write to help to do what must be done

even to smile sometimes

to dwell together peacefully

to live through what feels like end-times.

I am relieved not to be a pastor

who must preach hope.

Behold God's monarch butterfly

colorful zinnias.

Monarchs are fairly rare these days

of destroyed environment

plastic and poison

boiling summers and violent storms.

These are days of 

persecuted immigrants

frightened mothers and children

masked thugs

gun violence

unconscionable cuts to science

never-ending wars

demented corrupt old man

with so many followers

why O God?

Butterflies are symbols of hope

of renewal beauty fragility

God's reckless extravagant love.

Sunday Mornings

 

I wait for the worship service to begin

it’s 11 o’clock but things are not punctual here

however they are casual

old wooden pew no padding uncomfortable

the back slanted forward to keep us awake

not something I’ve had to endure in a while.

 

A huge central wooden cross

has big cruel nails driven in

where hands and feet would be

I’ve not seen that in a Protestant church

Communion table covered with fat white candles

which someone forgot to light

because the pastor is out of town.

 

More people arrive a few approach

to greet me we introduce ourselves

four names is about my limit

one woman sits on the pew in front of mine

turns around to hear my name and tell me hers

immediately she asks: Do you love Jesus?

yes I reply

that’s what matters she says in a happy way

hops up to move elsewhere

had I been thinking quicker maybe

I would have asked her the same

then wondered how she shows that love in the world

actually that’s not likely

I don’t want to intimidate people

she wasn’t as concerned

had I been a seeker hers could have been

an off-putting question.

 

As it is they will see me sing the old hymns

recite the Apostles’ Creed from heart

toss a check in the plate

wish folks the peace of Christ

someone who knows her way around

a church like this.

 

One of them will say

she said she loves Jesus

what was her name again?

Transitions

 

Cheryl and Keith in Iceland 2025

I have decided not to say more about Iceland. It was a great trip but probably not one I will do again. I would like to go in search of Northern Lights - it's on my bucket list - but I should probably find a place that isn't cloudy almost all the time and light outside for 24 hours in the summer. Maybe the time and place to search for the Aurora Borealis is October in Alaska. 

Speaking of travel, currently, my firstborn is in South Africa for a continuing education event -- what, South Africa? She was almost the victim of a crime before she could get to her hotel. Katherine is a veterinarian, and she likes to take her continuing education credits in exotic places. She spent a semester in Africa when she was in college, and she's a grown woman, so I must merely smile, wish her a good trip, and remind her to check her hotel room for bedbugs. 

Bedbugs are a good transition to the topic I really want to talk about -- churches. What, bedbugs? My home church got bedbugs from a former secretary who brought them in on her person long after I was gone. The office and the pews where she sat on Sundays both got an infestation. I was told the horror story by a friend who attends there who was extremely distressed about it. It was an expensive problem. 

Aren't churches interesting places? Since I've been retired, I've visited two -- First UMC in Siler City, and today, Bynum UMC in Bynum. It takes 23 minutes to drive to Siler City, and 5 minutes to drive to Bynum, which is its own little community in Pittsboro on the other side of the Haw River. There was no church service offered aboard the Viking ship in Iceland, and Sunday I was confined to my cabin anyway. 

There are three things I would like to find in a church, and I probably never will find all three: a friendly, welcoming congregation, good music, and great preaching. Let me be more specific just about myself. The members should greet visitors warmly, the hymns should mostly be from the regular Hymnal and played well on the piano, and the preaching should be from a lectionary text, well exegeted, well delivered, and succinct. I enjoy good preaching -- if you are Adam Hamilton, I can happily listen for two hours, but please do not give me a 20-minute dull theological lecture.  

Or worse -- start what promises to be a dry 6-week sermon series on "United Methodism." 

Which is too bad! First Church has such friendly people and great music. They probably wonder what happened to me. Maybe I'll return in September. 

I'm so critical, aren't I? Keith says I will never find a church to my satisfaction, and I said, "Wrong! Blowing Rock Methodist Church hit all three criteria, bang on the nose!" Unfortunately, I cannot drive three hours to attend a church that meets only during the summer. 

I heard pretty good preaching today at Bynum from a student pastor. However, it took a whole week and practically an act of Congress to find out the worship time at that church. Then I was disappointed to be the first person in the sanctuary at 10:53 a.m., which meant I was not immediately greeted. However, it turned out half the church was in Sunday school, and things got better during the passing of the peace. 

My views on Communion are somewhat fussy. Bynum did well (in my opinion). There was fresh fragrant bread, juice poured dramatically into the cup during the liturgy, and we received by intinction. I really hoped we would all kneel around the rail, but you can't have everything. At First Church, the juice was in those little thimbles, and the bread was... pita, I think. I can't remember because I was anxious about the thimbles. Nothing was explained (at either church, actually). Do I drink first or eat? What should I do with my empty thimble? Who has to clean all these glass thimbles?! Why do churches still use them?

At Bynum, the music was on the piano from the Hymnal; no choir. They started with, "Let There Be Peace on Earth," unannounced and not in the bulletin, which can only mean they sing it every Sunday. Isn't that lovely! There were perhaps 25 people present and they sang out, at least the women did. 

The pastor at Bynum seemed baffled to meet me but pleased I was there. He's getting married Saturday and will be out for two Sundays. Several Div School folks are filling in, so maybe I will return for more good preaching. 

Hello Again Reykjavik

 

Outside the iconic church in Reykjavik

Blogging should not be this much trouble. More on that later; yes, later.

Our last day in Reykjavik (several days ago now) could have been spent in the airport. We were kicked off the ship at 9 a.m., and our flight did not depart until 4:45 p.m. Instead, we took a taxi to the Fly-Bus Station, put our luggage into lockers, and went out to explore downtown. We could see the church (above) at almost all times, so we walked towards it. 

Walking around was fun even though it rained. I think it rains every day in Iceland, and I was just happy to be, as usual, in the low-50-degree windy weather. We did a bit of shopping and ate in a local restaurant. Or I ate in the restaurant. A little personal quiche, all made from scratch, very delicious. Keith and Judi decided to wait to eat in the airport. Really?

I'm sorry I don't have a photo of the two of them. My laptop refuses to download the ones that were offered to me. I could hardly stand blogging on my phone because I'm not good at texting. My blog posts were full of misspellings and mistakes and were really too small for me even to read. 

The photo above is of the rainbow street in Reykjavik. Iceland is very open and accepting of everyone, and the rainbow street honors gays. Despite the lovely church at the top - its name is "Hallgrimskirkja," most people in Iceland are not religious. There aren't many churches, and almost all of them are Lutheran. One tour guide told me, "We don't care if people go to church or if they don't. Most of them don't." Ironic for such concerned, kind, patient, helpful citizens to not be Christian. In fact, I remember reading that when the United Methodist Church splintered, Iceland made a point of saying the Global Methodists were not really welcome in Iceland because of their prejudice against gays. 

The organ pipes inside Hallgrimskirkja

We left at noon for the airport via Fly-Bus (it takes 45 minutes to get there as it's in the next town over, Keflavik), and boy were we glad we left early. The airport is too small for all the tourists, and it was a madhouse. We had to print out our own boarding passes and luggage tags and put our own suitcases on the conveyor belt after weighing and measuring them ourselves. This took a long time. The rest doesn't matter; let's just say the flight home was uncomfortable. We were greeted with 93-degree weather and suffocating humidity. 

I have a lot of conflicting feelings about our vacation. I loved Iceland. I loved Viking Cruises somewhat less. Keith and Judi went to some of the steam-bath lagoons; I did not. I did not see puffins or lava. Keith and his sister fell into a weird family pattern I'm not sure I can explain. 

Also, I have more photos, so I plan to go into my blog posts and expand. 

Hello/Goodbye Heimaey

View this morning from our cabin

Long story short: Captain said it's too rough to dock in our last port of call, Heimaey, so we're headed back to Reykjavik today, will arrive tonight and be put ashore tomorrow morning on schedule.

I cannot express my disappointment. Plus, the ocean really is rough, and I'm slightly seasick. We were likely to see whales, orcas, and puffins, sigh.

We've been pronouncing Heimaey, Hi-me, but it's Hay-my. 

Ugh, it's time for a Dramamine.

Hello Djupivogur!

I had to be cleared by the nurse via phone call at 8 am (I am fine!) to make an 8:30 excursion, "Valley of the Waterfalls by 4x4." I was a little worried that I would be driving an ATV up treacherous mountain roads, but the vehicles were Jeeps driven by our guides.

Keith and his sister Judi, (who also came on this cruise) went on a different excursion, a 5-mile hike on a black volcanic beach.

We drove to several spectacular waterfalls. The previous day's excursion that I missed was an electric bike ride to see waterfalls. People come to Iceland to see waterfalls, volcanoes, and puffins, and I was afraid I wouldn't see any of them, but at least this day there was waterfall joy. There were waterfalls everywhere and no crowds.

The sun actually emerged for some of the day, and it was chilly and windy. We read the heat index at home is over 100, so I guess we picked a good time to visit Iceland.

The rest of the day was mixed. Cruising is maybe not my deal. I went to bed looking forward to the next day's excursion, "Wildlife by Boat in Heimaey," am island that actually has a tiny picture of a puffin beside it on my map.

Hello Seydisfjordur....

The view from my room

Too bad I won't be able to see you at all, Seydisfjordur, because I made the mistake of asking for a pill for a mild upset stomach, in the medical bay of the ship. I wanted it as a safeguard for the one excursion I was really looking forward to today. 

Note to self: do not go near the medical bay unless you are dying.

I'm on 24-hour isolation in my room. Getting room service is okay, but if I leave my room, my printed information ("We're so sorry you are ill!") says I will be put ashore and can figure out how to get home on my own.

I'm trying to fill out a medical form listing everywhere I've been and everything I've eaten in the last four days.

And I'm totally fine. Once they gave me the pill I wanted, my upset system was made right. I'm just really angry I didn't pack the OTC pills I might need. 

Today is Katherine's birthday, but I can't call or even text her from room; our international phone service won't work on cruise ships. I already wept about that - the bogus phone service we paid Verizon for and also missing my daughter's birthday.

So until 8 am tomorrow I will watch TV, read, and sleep. I can admire the view. I can pray.

The excursion money will be refunded.  Keith still gets to take the excursion and come and go from our room as he pleases. So maybe I'm not really Typhoid Mary, and they know it.

Of course, it is a "first world problem" as Keith would say. If he said it today, I might wallop him.

Hello Akureyri!

51 kinds of delphinium 

So - how do you pronounce Akureyri? The ship captain said, Auk-u-rer-ee, accent on first syllable. The locals say, Auk-ree, roll the "r."

There are several attractions here, but we saw only one: the botanical garden. What, flowers growing near the Arctic circle? Oh yes, they know how to grow flowers!

Besides delphinium, there are lots of foxglove, dahlias, and columbine.

And plenty I didn't know. Most of the signs are in Icelandic and Latin.

More later.

Hello Isafjordur!

Yesterday: Friday, July 25 (I am losing track of days, whether through retirement or vacation), we arrived in Isafjordur. The ship is circling the island, heading north first. In fact, that night we crossed the Arctic circle.

Our excursion was a hike to the Troll's Throne, a location formed by an ancient glacier and steeped in folklore (many people here believe in elves, trolls, etc.). The hike was straight up and difficult. Hey, we're a bunch of old people! But the ship gave us walking sticks, and up we went, simply stopping and enjoying the spectacular view when we were "done." This was rather sooner for me with my sore muscles from horseback riding. There were edible wild blueberries all around; I ate a lot of them. And took a bunch of videos.

Blueberries, above.

There was a rushing stream we were told we could drink from but no one did. Iceland claims to have the purest water in the world.

And it was so wonderfully chilly: low 50s, windy and damp seems to be the norm in July here.

There's so much more to say. Later.

Notes about Isafjordur: The town is full of Arctic terns that nest on the ground and are raising chicks now. Their nesting areas are roped off, but the parents fly around screeching and dive-bombing anyone who comes too close.

Besides the wild blueberries, Arctic thyme grows wild everywhere. It's very aromatic and used to make hot tea to solve everything that ails you.

Hello Reykjavik!

I'm attempting to blog on my phone! Below is the view from our Viking ship room:

We departed July 22 at 8:30 pm from RDU, non-stop to Reykjavik, Iceland, six hours, arrived 6:30 am Iceland time (2:30 am our time) the next day. Caught Fly-Bus to our ship, amazingly easy and cheap. 

Did I sleep well that night? Oh yes, thanks to soft eye cover that blocked out the midnight sun.

Next day in Reykjavik: horseback riding, my own excursion (not Viking's which was full). Long story to be filled in later.

Special note: Islandic horses are a separate breed, shorter, wider, and shaggier. I discovered my hips are not as flexible as they used to be!

I made it back to the cruise ship with about 45 minutes to spare!

Ship departed 6 pm. I slept 10 hours thanks to eye cover, Tylenol, and Dramamine for the 7-foot waves.

A New Chapter

 

I finally did it -- I retired. 

Thank God for the call, for the good work, for the blessings, for the release. 

Keith and I are taking a trip to Iceland in July. 

I hope for many great photos! 

More then.