I was in Costco on the book aisle.
I was with my three girls. It was a gloriously un-crowded Tuesday for bulk shopping. And the shelves looked "just stocked". The Easter dresses were out to entertain my company and I found vegetarian meatballs. Things were looking bright. The sun was out, dinner was planned for the night and Dr. Gooch would be home to tuck in the children. I had nothing to lose but $300 dollars at checkout. Until my phone rang and in a way-to-anticlimactic way, I lost the house.
I heard the news while leaning against a pallet of Princess Coloring books. My purse hung on my arm, I pushed on toward the cracker sample lady and a dream slipped away. Just like that.
I called Dr. Gooch who was of course busy (have you ever been to the ER?) and said he'd call me back, which means, "I'll see you when I get home". So, I mulled alone over the news and wandered through the stacks of food and unnecessary household items of our beloved warehouse, which Hazel affectionately calls "The Costume".
Then, in the final stretch to the front of the store, perhaps in an effort at consolation, I snatched myself a slow-cooker. Perhaps tonight we'll eat beef. Really, really tender beef.
And come up with a new dream on the side.