Hamba Gashle

I love these sweet little grandbabies. I bought Freddie the drum for his birthday and he loved it. Such a beautiful boy and he is 15 months old. He calls me regularly all on his own. So sweet!


Xander will be two next month and he and I have got to spend the last two weeks together. His Mama has been on bed rest and so I get to take care of him and I love it. He gets really upset when I am not here, or if I leave and that makes me sad. He loves trucks and rocks. If we go on a walk, which we do everyday, he has to bring back a rock.

Last night, I was fast asleep, on an air mattress when I felt a large, furry thing run across my face. Johanna described the sound I made as a yelp, I must have been holding back because it scared me spitless. I was dreaming about Haiti and the huge rats that we contended with, so in my dream, a rat ran across my face. I didn't go back to sleep, till 7.30 a.m. It was the neighbours cat, I'm not sure how it got into the apartment but I will be double checking windows and doors tonight.

I am at an interesting place in my life. I have worked very hard since I was 14. I have always had a job, even when I was having babies, I either had an outside job or a farm to work on. It seems like the restaurant business has played a huge part in my life and in-between it all, I have tried to fit in my passions, herbal medicine and writing. Now that the restaurant is sold and we are totally done with that, I have the opportunity to do what I want to do. Yes, my children aren't all raised and grand children take time but I am so used to doing that and tons more. What do I do?

I asked myself the question "What would you do if you knew you could not fail?" I don't know! So I am going to explore and this blog with be reflecting some of that exploration. I am excited and terrified about this new chapter in my life.

In Africa we say Hamba Gashle "Safe Journey" or "Go Slowly", guess this will have to be my motto.