Has it really been almost a month?

I wish I were feeling creative lately, but I'm just not. At least not when it comes to writing. I've been working on a couple of paintings to hang in our bedroom after we move- they're mostly black with gray lettering and some of the lyrics to our first dance song. Which, by the way, we heard live for the first time this weekend at the Mesquite Rodeo. Aside from the fact that I could have gotten in a catfight with some nasty girls that spilled beer all over my shoe, hearing our song live was awesome.

We've started having more showings on our house- we had 3 this past week. We're about 2 weeks away from the beginning of the 'normal' selling range around here (90-120 days). So I gave myself permission to start planning/designing/decorating whatever new place we find. A customer of mine made this book with fabric swatches, inspiration pictures, and paint chips for the house she's building. She gave me a recommendation for a fabric store she went to. I finally made it down there yesterday and spent over an hour walking the aisles and taking samples of anything that looked interesting. I ended up with at least 50 swatches! I picked up some other supplies, came home, and started working on my inspiration book.

About halfway through, Bean called and since he usually calls around that time, I didn't think twice. He asked what I was doing, I told him, and then he said, "I'll just come out and say it- Cody and Jesse found Pawpaw Hanna dead this morning." In utter shock, I wanted him to repeat himself, but knew I heard right, and didn't want to make him say it again. Jesse had gone by to talk with Pawpaw Hanna yesterday, and when he didn't answer the door, Jesse called and heard his phone ringing from inside the house. He called Cody over, and they ended up breaking a window to get inside, where they found him in bed. The worst part for me, besides never getting to hear him talk and try to figure out what he's saying :) was overhearing Terri crying on the phone. It's the worst feeling in the world to know that someone you care for is hurting so badly and you can't do anything about it, and nobody can.

I like to think that he's meeting back up with his family, and hopefully meeting some of mine up there. And he's teaching all of them how to dance.