June 28, 2013

In a dream I hired Belve Marks to be my gardener. When I returned from somewhere he had bulldozed the ground flat and bare, and sold the detritus for a few bucks. He had the notion that I wanted to start over, which I did not. Plus, it was my house in Akron, and not here. In the dream I was shouting at him, dismayed that I could not shout loudly enough fully to express my wrath. I think the dream was related to the fact that I went to bed realizing my Shakespeare play had taken the wrong turn, relying on sleep, as I often do, to do the intellectual work.

Wasting time, as I have so much of it now to waste.