Interesting day

I'll start out by saying anyone who reads this may think I'm crazy. I will counter with, I am not.

If anyone is following my blog, you will know I am at the brink of leaving a well respected real estate brokerage to start my own company. Scary shit for me. I'm not scared because I'm afraid I'll fail, I'm just scared because change is scary stuff.

I am in the process of changing my dad's 12'x16' workshop in my mom's back yard into my office. My partner and I have a virtual office where we can get mail, use a conference room, etc, but this will be my work space. We will not be meeting clients in my mom's back yard - I will not expose her to that.
A month or so ago we basically threw all my dad's crap (and most of it was crap) into the yard, which we are gradually disposing of.

We now have new windows and drywall and the start of new electrical.

I went over there today to prime the drywall and I think we'll paint tomorrow. I took my dog, Lucy over and Mom's dog, Rosie was there. Mom plays cards on Tuesdays so she was not there.

After I taped off all of the windows and was ready to start painting, I realized it was noon and I was hungry. I figured I should eat before I splattered paint every where.

I walked into Mom's house, and saw my dad sitting in his chair. It was a warm, nice feeling, like he was there to support me in my new endeavor.

After I got my lunch out of the fridge, I used Mom's computer to my check e-mail, and that chair has a direct eye shot to Daddy's chair. He was still sitting there.

He was there with me this afternoon. I think he's happy I'm using his shop to good use. Again, y'all may think I'm nuts, but he was there and I saw him.
Miss you and love you, Daddy. All is good here.