I'm sitting on my front yard, sipping some delicious espresso blend. It's 6:30 a.m., and there are more crickets than birds.
Marshall is playing "Find the stick, in between high speed kitty chases," while Frank and Willie are playing, "Get away from Doggie!"
And I'm looking at today as a new beginning of sorts.
Most of you DON'T know, that I was entertaining the thought of opening a small cafe with my cousin. I was going to leave Chickadee Primitives behind, and venture out, into something i've always wanted to do.
Smack dab, in the middle of a rather hostile and complicated lease negotiation, we suddenly lost our sweetest Nonnie.
At 94, most say, "Oh, well she lived a long and happy life." But when you speak to someone just hours before they "move on", and they are their typical self; as happy as a spring chipmunk, and healthy as a horse, it is very much a shock.
Nonnie was one of my biggest fans. She believed in Chickadee Primitives from the start, and told me that she prayed each day for my success.
Yesterday, the lease for the cafe fell through, and it was a relief, as I was starting to ask myself if it really was in my heart to change paths.
So today, I am making lists. I am getting re-organized, and breathing new air into Chickadee Primitives. It feels good, and it feels right, and I'm thinking Nonnie has something to do with it.
I am wearing her fuzzy robe as we speak.