saw another wonderfully bright shooting star. orange. lovely. the moon was a sliver of silver with the dark remainder still visible. there must be a term for that. i haven't any idea what it is though.
a model t rounded a corner in front of us. it rather noisily halted and the driver jumped out. he ran into the yard of a nearby house. the car door was left open. the engine left idling. only one taillight was functioning.
i smelled something out there in the dark which i've never smelled before. it was exquisite. i can't even begin to explain how amazing it smelled. i think it was a night-blooming cactus. there's a house with a cactus garden. the cacti are blooming. we could see them all white and glow-y. actually it's this house
with the puckish/not puckish guy. he doesn't live there anymore in any case. and he's not the one who planted the cactus garden. there used to be a family of guerrerenses living there. they kept a dovecote and played billiards in their garage on summer nights. they'd play late into the night with the radio blaring mariachi. when they moved out the house was vacant for a long time. i snuck into the yard one night with a pocketknife and some newspaper. i was afraid the garden would be bulldozed. it was a mission of mercy*. i severed several large bits of cactus. rolled them in the paper. took them home. in the process i jammed a number of spines deep into my knuckles. it hurt. a lot. and extracting the spines was just as bad. used a sewing needle to dig them out. i suppose there's a lesson there. namely don't steal cacti in the dark. anyway. the cuttings i stole set flowers last year
. but the buds withered before they ever bloomed. this year the cuttings set many more blooms. most of them fell off. but two remain. and they are swollen. i imagine they'll bloom tomorrow or the next night. then i can compare smells and see if it is indeed amazing cactus flower filling the night air. my. that was a lengthy tangential piece of nothing.
i should probably sleep now hadn't i. it's not a question. rhetorical.
*this is how i justify my banditry. i'm really just a common criminal though.