Hidden under Baskets

My day started early again, and for good reason because I wanted to get as much yard work done before my morning open house, and glad I did because I certainly wasn’t expecting the caliber of a storm which came barreling thru our City this afternoon. Yikes! When driving down some of the streets, I was holding my breath that a big tree limb wouldn’t fall on my car. That driving wind was coming straight out of the north which I thought odd. I’m sure there’ve been big trees and limbs felled from it, and I’ll be interested to see what our cityscape looks like tomorrow morning. I already have a project lined up for the morn, and hoping the grass is dry enough in the afternoon so I can get that last bit of mowing done for another week.

My public open house at 902 – 1st St. SE went well today, and hopefully one of the interested buyers ends up calling for a second look. Judging by that person’s needs and wants, I’d say it should be a good fit, and especially considering that a full mortgage payment on it would be considerably less than what it would rent for. As far as I’m concerned, that’s all it needs is some cosmetic work which is always the least expensive.

On my lunch break, I stopped at another closeout plant stand, and happened to find a lone pineapple sage plant that was begging me to purchase it. I took one of its leaves, crushed it, and then smelled it, and sure enough, it smelled just like pineapple. With it having been reduced to 75% off, I couldn’t pass up such a bargain. The woman at the counter did mention how lucky some are when waiting to buy at such discounts.

On my way back to the office, I grabbed a small bean burrito at Taco Bell, and had it for my lunch. Since that pineapple sage was so dry, I placed it in a pan of water so it would get soaked while I was at my afternoon open house. It’s a healthy plant, but I could see signs of it struggling in that small pot.

My open house at 115 S. Connecticut had a good turnout, but I’d say nearly all of them were curious lookers. I was delighted to hear their positive comments about the quality of workmanship, along with its floor plan, and above all, the historic location in which it’s situated. Meaning every word of it, I told everyone how much I could easily live in that home because of the natural light filtering in, and the floor plan. Since I’ve been in so many homes, my saying how I could live in a given one, is worthy of taking note.

After my open house was over, I stopped to pick up my tent sign which was at the corner where St. Paul Lutheran Church is located, and when glancing across the street, I noticed the recent new owner of Ruth Brose’s stone house which was moved to that site, seated out on his deck. Since I’d not seen or spoken to him before, I walked over and introduced myself.

We had a very nice chat about the house, his reason for moving to Mason City, along with his recent retirement from a career in vocal music. I asked if he planned on working with students of voice, and it sounded like he’s put his feelers out, but nothing to write home about. I did find out today that he grew up on a farm in the North Iowa area, and glad to be back because of how much he enjoys the four seasons. With a career like his, I’m sure he’s seen more places than most dream about. Before parting, I did encourage him to at least offer to do some solo work in our community because I’ve always believed it a bit of crime when talented people keep them hidden under baskets.

While driving away, I couldn’t help thinking about the almost never-ending dramas I had to deal with when singing and/or playing at several churches a number of years ago. To this day, I still don’t understand why so many in music departments cannot take the least bit of criticism, and instead of blowing their noses and getting over it, they grind their axes into perpetuity. Since I’m so very much over that “scene”, I’m sure they think I’m still suffering from their slings and arrows. Absolutely not.

Some day in the future, I’m going to let it be know in religious circles that I’d be willing to play and/or sing for one of their communities, but only one that’s not riddled with dramas and hidden agendas, which is why I’ll be looking for a smaller church with fewer players because the bigger churches have all the many more vying for attention.

One of the churches at which I played their organ for a number of years, suddenly decided that the keyboardists were to be paid for each and every time they played for their Services. I totally disagreed with their so-called “music director’s” and sitting pastor’s decision to “pay-for-play”, because I knew there’d be a tug of war by those wanting to play just so they could get paid. I lasted out that circle of drama for about two years and finally said, “I’m done.” Like I said, most liturgical music departments are rift with dramas, dis-chord, and hidden agendas.

I’ll never forget the time some years ago when an absolutely gifted organist and music teacher was given his walking papers because of some trumped up charges levied against him by a woman who knew absolutely nothing about his work, and since she was on “the board”, she got the rest of those weaklings on it to get him fired. I felt so bad for him at the time, I was nearly brought to tears. It’s funny though, the person who did that to him, is now six feet under. Thank goodness he did manage to find an even better job out of State, and likely more freely sharing his talents all the more. Yes, people who believe they’re God-fearing Christians, can be exceptionally vicious.

The above photo is one I took today of a historic carriage house which was later converted to a four-stall garage. I’d be fun to see what it originally looked like.

Tonight’s one-liner is: Weak characters seem to take on the tone of the circles they’re in.

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902 – 1st St. SE – Mason City 115 S Connecticut Ave. Mason City
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