It has not been very long since I stopped posting at lifefromtheporch. Several of my blog friends have begun new efforts so I decided to join them.
Like a lot of things in my life right now I have no idea how this is going to go. But I decided to choose a title and at least reserve a space in case I wanted to say something.
I know there are a few people who will wonder what has happened in the last few months. The old house is completely gone except for the garage.
I was there the day we tore it down. It was painful. When I arrived my daughter was in the circle in front of the house with her daughter. My daughter was crying and her daughter was looking up at her just totally perplexed. It was cold and blustery with a stiff wind from the North. The excavator was sitting on the ground on the east side of the house and the operator who is a longtime family friend would take a bite out of the house with the jaws of the bucket. That image is stored away in my mind.
Last night I attended the pre-opening of the Chick-Fil-A. It was a great experience. Chick-Fil-A invited my parents' pastor, Stan Toler, to deliver the blessing. That's such a wonderful gesture on their part. I believe it is something that would please my parents.
The real opening is on Thursday. Today people are gathering to spend the night outside to be in the first 100 that orders food on Thursday.
Monday morning we met some of the Chick-Fil-A people at the Starbucks. They were from all over the United States. They told us they were giving out 35,000 coupons just for this one store opening among other things.
The operator told us that he chose our location because he wanted to be in a real community where he could both participate and be supported. I thought that was one of the nicest things anyone has ever said about our little town. I think it is true, too. So on Thursday I will join with probably another 100 people from our town to attend the ribbon cutting.
Well I have to get ready to go so this post must end now.