Introducing.............Chicken Chet, my new nemesis. You can't tell from this picture, but this little jerk is six inches tall. At first he was so cute, a tiny little rooster. Then he was funny when he started to crow that wimpy falsetto cackle. Then he started to get the slightest bit bold, you know following you all around the yard while crowing constantly. Finally, Sunday he made his move. I went out to the garden to harvest some zucchini when something landed on my back. I knocked him off of me, but he kept coming back for more. I booted him four times in the chest with my foot, and that just ticked him off. Now I can't even imagine the scene from the neighbours point of view, but it was a death match for me and Chicken Chet. I managed at last to throw my freshly picked zucchini at the little devil and I ran like the dickens.
Once safely inside the house, and after I caught my breath I realized two things. One, this is MY house, and two, Chicken Chet is going down!
This is the story of one woman's navigation through grief following the loss of her true love, and husband of almost eleven years. Questions of who am I now, questions of how to raise the kids alone, and leaning how to live again will be confronted, hopefully in a positive and meaningful light.