I want to finally introduce my peeps! We’re still not ready for another dog, and Mr. SewOldSchool and I wanted a pet (or five!) for the kids. I researched frogs, rats (I’m sorry, I just can’t!), cats (I’m super allergic!), and fish. None of those options seemed the perfect fit for our family.
After driving around our neighborhood and seeing coops popping up here and there, I researched chickens. There had to be some kind of draw.
Grief is a funny thing. It’s been a month since we lost Pop, and I’m finally starting to feel my groove coming back. I expected to cry, to be upset. And then I expected to kind of ease myself over it in a generally swift fashion. I figured I’d be back to blogging and sewing, and just back to normal pretty quickly. I just haven’t been in the mood for all of that.
Still, every night, when I get my dish rag out to clean my kitchen counters, I have the urge to call him and talk while I tidy up. Routine, routine. It’s hard to get used to.
But I’m working on new outlets, new routines, new normals; and it really is getting easier.