Saturday, September 27, 2003

The crows seemed to be calling his name, thought Caw.
-Jack Handy

Ok, so I pull into the Ross Dress For Less parking lot and a guy comes up and knocks on the window. I open the door and he starts asking how my car got so dirty. Well, it is dirty but it was still a little strange that he came up and engaged me in conversation. Then he lowers his voice and asks me if I knew where he could get some (insert word for drug--likely marijuana--here) or are you a nonsmoker. Oh no, no, I don’t do that, I say, and he asks, do you go to church? Yeah, I do. So he starts talking about my car again, wants to know if I wanna sell it, then walks off. Sort of freaks me out, but I bravely make my way into the store. But I’m suspicious, so I step inside behind a window sign and just look out. He’s in his car with a buddy, just sitting there. I’m very suspicious now. He keeps looking back toward the store. Finally I decide I’m gonna get out of there, come back later and do my shopping. So I do, and though my car smells like cigar smoke, I escape safely.

I was in town looking for some shirts. I am helpless when it comes to these things. Like, I like to wear nice clothes, but to judge them is an uphill proposition. And that’s putting it mildly. I just have no idea. I see a cheap shirt that I think might be sort of nice, try it on, and am faced with inconclusive results as to its worth as a nice piece of clothing. Now, there are clothes that I could safely judge, but those are all expensive, out of my current price range. So I’m left with the sale rack, and iffy shirts. I need my mommy.

I went over to Rosie’s to talk about teaching music. This should be interesting, teaching appropriate theory to young children. And then there's the older ones. This is just a big unknown. One thing I know, I'm going to learn a lot.

Take me deep enough that I can see the bottom of Your heart
Deep enough that I can know Your will.
Take me deep enough to know that we will never be apart.
And when I get there, take me deeper still.
-Scott Krippayne, I assume

I heard this song on the way home tonight, and it really grabbed me.

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