It Hit Me Today...

So I haven't posted in a week - I'm sorry I neglected you, oh faithful readers. Do I have an excuse? Yes, plenty of them. For days, I've been on the phone or on the road. I hate it.

My current life is coming to a close.
The shows are wrapping up. The curtain is closing on the church. I haven't been sad. Since my attention span is itty bitty, I'm looking forward to moving on. However, my financial resources are screaming at me to begin running amuck in terror. If I don't get a new gig by the end of the month, then I just may say "screw it" and move to LA to live in the back of a VW bus and eat peanut butter sandwiches for 3 square meals a day.

But, a small glimmer of sentiment hit me hard today.
I didn't feel any remorse for the houses until I started wiping my hard drive clean. Now, in a small, small way...I will miss the arched doorways and dental moldings; the decorative porticos and eyebrow windows; the gourmet kitchen and garden tubs; the suburban split levels, and the downtown art decos. Perhaps I will miss the rare stick style and queen anne victorians most. The houses...they spoke to me. And I would tell their stories, like a psychic ghost interpreter - relaying the voice of a long dead past.

Okay - I'm not psycho. The above reflection is largely tongue in cheek! But alas, I will mourn silently for a short time.

Want to see me really sad? Wait until I sing my last mass at Saint Joe's. Not only will I miss the dear, sweet folks in the parish. My bank account will sorely miss the income!

Now, I'm trying to break back into accounting and finance. And the whole industry seems to be saying to me: "You traitor, you left us for 10 months. Why should we take you back?"


And I think to myself "What a wonderful world."