Falling, falling for you!

I had to go to the thrift shop with our handyman Tito the other day.

We had to pick up some things for the office but while we are there Tito decides to do a little treasure hunting for himself.

On the counter is a bunch of glassware. Nothing special, just junky mismatched glasses. There is one item that I find interesting. It's a wine glass but it's made of silver. Like a renaissance chalice. It's all ornate with scrolls and gems. Some of the gems are missing but it must have been a beautiful piece in its day. Now though it is tarnished so badly that I doubt it could ever be restored to it's former beauty. Even if you could shine it up it was dented almost in half. You could never use it as a wineglass anymore.

I'm getting antsy now so I tell Tito to hurry it up.

He loads everything into this older model truck. My dad use to have one that looked like this. My dads was blue and white, this one, red and white.

We take off and Tito is squirreling around on the road a little. I look back to check on items loaded into the back and when I turn around we are going up a hill.

It's more like a mountain.

It's straight up, and I do mean straight up. This mountain is your typical barren Southern California type mountain. Dry, mostly dirt, a few low shrubs and rocks. Mostly nothing. And we are going straight up.

I start to get nervous and tell Tito to stop. Stop right now! Don't go any further!

He keeps on going. He very gently puts his hand on my arm and says "Don't worry Leeenda, eeets ok."

We keep going, the hill is getting steeper and steeper. We get almost to the top and I just know we're going over. Then I feel it, the tires, the tires are no longer on the mountain and we are going over. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, ready to scream. Tito is patting my arm, still telling me it's going to be ok. It's not my left arm, it's my right that he is patting and I hear BH's voice.

"Wake up sweetie, you're having a dream. What were you dreaming about"

I tell him.

"Tito? You're dreaming about Tito? Why aren't you dreaming about Antonio Banderas?"

Well I hadn't thought of that! I COULD have been dreaming about Antonio Banderas. Why wasn't I dreaming about Antonio? Shoot!

"I'll put in an order and dream about him next time. If you hear me breathing funny, don't wake me."