The Light of Dawn in a Troubled World

It was another early to office day due to my having to get some last minute changes made on a closing file, just so I’d be fully readied for my mid-morning closing over at a bank in Clear Lake. Before heading in the direction of my office, I decided to drive over to my acreage in Clear Lake and pick up the sold sign, just so I wouldn’t have to stop later in the morning. I took a few more gravel roads than necessary, and the reason being, was how moved I was by the beautiful early morning ground fog which was blanketing the lower areas of our countryside. Just before pulling away from that 100+ year old building site, I gave those many varieties of old-growth trees a good looking-over before driving off. In many ways, I’m a tiny bit envious of the buyers when knowing if I didn’t have so many projects on my plate, I would’ve purchased it myself and tricked-out that vintage two-story home to the point it would be a head-turner for all who’d be driving by it.

On my way back, I stopped and took the above photo which isn’t as moving as it was while standing there watching the light of dawn in a troubled world. The reason it’s not as good as it could’ve been, is because I didn’t have my camera with me, so what you’re seeing is from my cell phone. Oh well, something is better than nothing. Right?

Since I was on the west side, I figured I might as well stop at Fleet Farm and run my vehicle thru their car wash. The many gravel roads I’ve been on recently, had it pretty powdered-up from the road dust. I’d nearly forgotten I already had a double ticket in my glovebox which had one more wash left on it. While waiting for the wash to finish, I called my associate just to hear how things were going with him since we last spoke. I was glad to hear he’s still busy with his own buyers and sellers. I’m hoping he’s going to have an even better year than he had this past. Getting a good foothold in real estate takes far longer than in most professions, which means patience and determination are several of the key ingredients of becoming successful Realtor.

By the time I had my closing file completely in order, it was time to head over to the bank in Clear Lake where my acreage closing was to take place. Thank goodness I left early enough because the traffic was heavy and the stoplights were being less forgiving. Back in the old days, stoplights were more regimented which helped with keeping the flow of traffic moving on the busier streets and highways. Now, they’ve got those cameras which in one way they’re good if you’re on a slow street, but not if you’re on a busier one. Between the lights at the corner of the two highways in our Downtown, and the ones along Delaware Ave., a person would have to be noticeably speeding to make those lights. I’m still in disbelief they haven’t got them altered to where there’s no having to stop and wait for another set of lights once past the Willow Creek bridge.  It’s become extremely annoying when knowing they don’t have to be that way.

My closing took a little longer than I’d expected, but in the end, it was all good because I had more time to visit with both the buyers and sellers. Since the buyers are young and filled with energy, I insisted they have me out after they have it cleaned up. One of them interjected by saying, “That may be five years from now.” I looked at him and said, “With your energy and youth, you should have that knocked out in a year’s time.” Little do they know I’ll be driving past it whenever in the area, just to see how much they’ve done to that hilltop acreage.

After we bid our farewells, I placed my closed file in my car and then walked across the street to my cousin’s shop which is called “Ralphine’s”. Since I don’t see her very often, I figured it best I stop today. Fortunately she was there with her husband, so we had a good chat about the old days when our families were living on farms. She didn’t realize I was also doing some shopping, so I headed over to her greeting card area and picked up a a half-dozen cards, just so I’d have a supply at my office. They were more expensive than what you’d find in the dollar store, but far more tasteful.

Before leaving, her husband handed me a card which was an advertisement for their yearly antique festival which will take place in their Central Park in Clear Lake this coming Sunday. I actually never knew it’s been a yearly even for decades, and at the peak of popularity, they’d have as many as 60 vendors selling their goods. Knowing how many antique shops there were in Clear Lake at one time, I was happy to find my cousin still successful and hanging in there considering the way tastes have changed over the years. I was informed there are now only two antique shops left in Clear Lake. I did do a quick walk-thru their antique sections which contained some very nice pieces. Don’t you just love to see darned good people succeed?

When I got back to office, I placed a call to a dear one I’d not spoken with in weeks, and saddened when hearing her aunt who’s been a long-time client and customer of mine, had fallen and broken a hip. Thank goodness her health was strong enough to survive a major surgery at her advanced age. I told her to be sure and give her my regards along with my wishes for a speedy recovery. After today’s conversation, I was even more convinced that the actions of some, are a result of morphic resonance, and especially when knowing the parents and grandparents. Yes, a child’s environment does have a great deal to do with how they end up when matured, but I believe morphic resonance is the “fly in the ointment” most people dismiss as hogwash. I think our researchers know more than they’re wanting to share, so we’ll see how much gets leaked out these coming years.

I’m hoping you’re all enjoying this charming late-summer evening in North Iowa.

Tonight’s One-liner is: Some consider writing a disease, and if it truly is, I’m glad I caught it.

Joe Chodur

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