2 dreams died yesterday.
one
I had sent my resume in to Tabor for a position they had available. One of the things I have always wanted to do. Be in charge of the traveling small music group(s). I had sent emails including the resume one indicating my interest in the position. My call was returned yesterday and I was informed that they had offered the position to someone who had accepted.
two
I drive by this incredible beautiful and simple bungalow house every day. Nothing really spectacular about it. Was probably bought from Sears and assembled from the rail car delivery in the mid 1920’s. I knew it was standing in a field that was being prepped for some new construction. A bank perhaps. Or yet another QuikTrip. Maybe a tanning salon My gut told me to find out what was to become of the house. Perhaps I could buy it for a buck and move it somewhere. Where? I don’t have the money or energy to take on a project like that. It actually sparked a dream to “build” a small community of only moved in “set to be demolished” Craftsman bungalows. Find a plot of 20 wooded acres. Leave the trees. Develop “Funkville”. There was activity around the house yesterday morning. On the way home, the house was gone. Demolished.
I suppose that’s progress.
My heart is heavy.
