Renovations

I keep a travel journal while we are on vacation. It's something that I've done for years, and we always enjoy going back to read about previous years' vacations. It's probably the closest thing I'll ever get to scrapbooking -- I'll never be a scrapbooker.

The hotel we are staying in this week is undergoing renovations. They were supposed to be done when we got here, but -- surprise, surprise -- they are not. I wrote in our journal, "The room in caught in a time warp between the way it was and the way it will be..."

Isn't that the case for all of us? Aren't we caught between the way we were and the way will will be? Sometimes that position is a little awkward -- not everything matches, and at times nothing much makes sense, but we are in transition.

Images: First is the view from Coleman's in Calabash (dinner Friday), the next one is the view from dinner tonight (Broadway on the Beach -- Margaritaville), and the last one is the full moon last night -- not quiet completely dark.