Matt, poolside, Digital Rebel
A friend of mine told me that he once dreamed an entire day of the third grade. When he got to school, he knew how each moment would happen. Every action, every word, was like a script the world was acting out for him, one that he had already glimpsed. The blocking, the lines, it was all there. Unfolding.
The teachers happened to give a schoolwide aptitude test that day and because he had already dreamed the day, he knew the pattern of correct responses on the test sheet. He got a perfect score without ever reading the questions.
They called him into the principal’s office.
“Are you bored in class?” they asked.
“No, not really,” he responded.
They smiled (thinking they had a genius on their hands) and promptly skipped him to the fourth grade.
Man, you have the best stories.
i agree. =) i know that whenever i come and visit your space and you have a new entry posted, i’m in for a simple delight. hope you’re having a nice day!
i just loved that story . . . and I love the earrings that you made for me, too. I’m wearing the red ones even as I type this 🙂 K PS – wow – your husband’s eyes are the color of the ocean in the late afternoon . . . lucky you to get to see yourself in those lovely depths 🙂
Very sweet story – you always seem to brighten my day.
Thank you for sharing!!
I always like to see photographs that partners take of partners. I think they look in the camera a much different way than if someone else were shooting. You can see it in his eyes.
reeallly???..or is this one of those urban myths?
I love this story!…Oh, and your hubby,Matt, looks pretty cute in the photo too. 🙂
I enjoy your stories and photos too! 🙂