Today i went to the dentist. Today i went to the dentist. Yay! thanks for readin my loyal followship. Nah! seriously at my last (serious) blog post at erm, New Years we agree (me and this one reader that i have) that i will blog more. Because quote “people are seriously trying to read this stuff”. hehe. that comment makes me laugh everytime. If it was on twitter i’d fav it, and star it, and probably giver er’ a retweet. Actually i do too much of that stuff on twitter. No wonder my followers are dropping like Arkansonian blackbirds. . .
Unfortunately i was not able to bring one of these home to my mother,
like little Johnny er…. little Bobby did that day. Alas i have some, what the dentist call’s ‘very small cavities’. whatever, i’m at the point already where i’m giving up on dental health. so frustrated. I brush! I floss! i even got one of those whatyoucall Sonicare toothbrushes. Maybe i’m brushing the enamel right off the teeths. My brother Rudy is convinced of that one. He says which other industry would give you a toothbrush out the door if cavities make business for them. So by giving you a brush, their actually counter-working their own you know, business. Makes a bit of sense. Your thoughts anyone?
Something interesting happened too in town. After dropping my mother off at a doller tree (whoops i spillt that can of bean, hutterites shop at dollar trees, eep :O ) i found a small interesting looking used book store. There were some neat old books in there but they had some ridiculous prices. I think it was more of an exchange type-of-setup where you trade in old ones for other old ones or something to that effect…
After sniffing around in shelves laden with yellow cat-eared paged Buchens I stumbled upon a book called: Bob Dylan, Chronicles Volume 1. A bit taken aback. Bob Dylan wrote 
books?! are you kidding me, and why has no one told me of this?
For some reason i’ve identified with Bob’s (musicians are my firstname basis friends) music and songs from the very first track i listened to. I dunno, i guess i feel like i’m a wayfaring stranger and a confused one at that, just like Bob. He’s the man. One of the most inspirating artists without question. The first time i heard him say “You breathed on me and made my life a richer one to live, When I was deep in poverty you taught me how to give” and “The tune that is yours and mine to play upon this earth, We’ll play it out the best we know, whatever it is worth” i knew it. He’s the man. š
I was meant to own this book. All the signs pointed to it. $12.00 on the inside cover! Twelve dollars for a very very used book?! are you kidding my, bookstore lady?! Plus i forgot my monies and my little brother only had eleven dollars! So i figured, ah i’ll just Hutt’ er down (similar to jew’ ing one down). So, in my most charming voice i explained the clerk that i only had eleven dollars, and it said Twelve, do you think we that would be enough? You know what she said?
“Actually with tax your total would come to $13.04”
Great. Alas i didn’t feel like explaining to her that i was fated to own this book so whatever. Maybe i’ll just find an extra dollar and get it when i come to fill these durn cavities. Lovely.
It’s like winter has come to a screeching halt like that yellow-breasted birdĀ I’veĀ seen landing on a fencepost. It’s body thrown backwards as the feet come way ahead of it for a touch-down. If the world is like a symphony with all of it’s going ons representing all the different movements and pieces of the orchestra than these first few days of springtime are certainly a light piece of classical. Perhaps not yet your Wagner or Beethoven, but certainly a Debussy.
Schenk Andacht's Weihrauch 