You ever get tired of your self? Tired of your fears, your hopes, especially your sense of humor and the look of your face in the mirror in the morning and the sound of your voice?
What’s it like?
In case any of you are getting tired of hearing about my truss quest and my information-gathering process (formerly known as “dithering”), I have decided to give you a break and in this post substitute the word “truss” for “truss”. If you’re not tired of hearing the word “truss” yet, you can still mentally re-substitute “truss” for the other word, “truss”, wherever it appears.
I went to a truss dealer this morning before work. My truss teacher recommended the place, and even met me there. I had with me another truss he had borrowed previously for me to try out. It was slightly more expensive than I was looking for, and I wasn’t crazy about the way it looked. The sound was good, but it was just too precious. Since sound is the most important thing for me in a truss, and looks are way down low on my list of priorities, I figured the money would be better invested in a different truss where I would be paying for the sound quality alone, and let someone else who placed higher value on appearance buy this truss, because it was pretty, if not in a way that I especially valued.
Anyway. He was a few minutes late and so I was there in the truss shop by myself, trying out three other trusses the trussmaker unpacked for me. One was roughly the same as the one I had returned, quite pretty. Nice tone, though. Another was
Well now, I’m going to be inspired about my search for the finest pessary money can buy. Or perhaps just a gently-used secondhand one that I can afford.
My mother owns a Stradivari ahh…truss… that has not been altered. Her dad bought it for her when she was 12 at a second hand shop for $50. He just went in, looked at it and asked it it came with the bow and case. Stapped it on top of the old buick and took it home.
She just bought a bang around truss…it was in the window of a second hand shop. She paid $120 for it and it’s also a Stradivari. It didn’t come with a D string, a case or a bow.
My mother owns a Stradivari ahh…truss… that has not been altered. Her dad bought it for her when she was 12 at a second hand shop for $50. He just went in, looked at it and asked it it came with the bow and case. Stapped it on top of the old buick and took it home.
She just bought a bang around truss…it was in the window of a second hand shop. She paid $120 for it and it’s also a Stradivari. It didn’t come with a D string, a case or a bow.
Mig, you make me laugh out loud!
Thanks for the word “truss”, Francis.
Karan, let me know if your mother wants to see her Stradivari. I’d pay as much as $150…
That did not help my poor little 5-nights’-sleep-deprived brain of surrealitude one jot, Mister Living. Not even an iota.