• Memory allows a dream short and full of many meanings. Carefully and tediously pieced bougainvillea bush is back together again; some glue here little bits of duct tape there to hold the fragile brittle branches as they heal. Surprise! I I had already planted it into the hard ground; the graveled area beside the driveway. Turning on the hose smiling happily pleased about how the fresh red blooms budding were so bright against the sharp green leaves barely covered the bent and broken angled branches. Days later I walked down the driveway to get the mail when I saw a river of rushing water three feet deep sprawl in yellow muddied ribbons across the street invading others property. This is going to be one heck of a water bill.

  • Nicolas Cage was hot sweaty and shirtless relandscaping outside my classroom. I invited him in to help staple papers. He was nervous so I had to stand close to him and teach him how to line up the papers and place the staple at an angle just so because it keeps the papers from tearing off
  • I combed hubbys eye brows down over his eyes to count them. You don't believe much in numbers and counting hairs. I said then began to trim them with the arch of his eye.