peanuts

{"froce of hmuan nrtaue" ink, watercolor, and newspaper. 12" by 16"}

And the sun recoils, pouring grey into the sky. It drags its heels into the drudgery of this late thursday afternoon, and I reluctantly pull the cable on the light. The chains that come on with grey. The clanking. I pour a glass of wine, and tumble the peanuts into my mouth. Think of peanut memories.

Sitting in that smoky room with my grandparents, bourbon and nuts the afternoon snack. Coca-Cola for me. Or rootbeer. That early spring evening, one of the first I spent with Ron, sitting outside looking at the bay, drinking beer and dropping the shells on the ground. A memory I am deeply fond of.

A song from Jacob Golden comes on, and I wonder where he is. Why his website disappeared. I wonder if he will ever know how deeply his music touched me, and how it changed my life in some way. How profound and uncommon that is. A gift.

The cat stirs, and jumps onto the table. Looks left, and sniffs, his marble eyes looking into my own. "Welcome to life," sings Jacob. "Welcome to life."

Posted by jeff pitcher at March 24, 2005 05:50 PM

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