i left leo at home with the ball game. i was meeting a young friend from maine who was performing music locally. the venue was one that i was familiar with in a previous life time or so it seemed. i settled in before the show in the same seat i had sat in over twenty years ago, probably closer to thirty if i gave it thought. the blurring of those previous ghosts interweave with the movement patterns of these youngsters. the same search for an oasis of internal stability in their nervous walking about in tones of anticipation and too much self awareness. the vibe of being in the moment and cool on edge was present much less so than those folks of my memory. less confident and less arrogant. the music was a pleasant mix of sound and strong writing. complex thoughts must come with dark cold nights in northern maine. i thanked them and hoped for less time between our paths crossing again. upon arriving home, a sense of quiet relief. vito was busy finishing a drawing . ella was softly snoring through the world series. leo was glues to the screen but took verbal time to ask what sort of beverage i drank. he still maintains his interest alive when it comes to liquor. he is always disappointed when i tell him i forgot. he can get into all sorts of discussions over hops, grains, and taste. all from his professional stand point. the stuff at the games is swill to him. a means to getting one drunk. cigarettes are just a means to deliver nicotine. more reasons to plead forgetfulness. i leave him to the game. when i stop to chat with vito and recheck my drawing, he barely looks up. tables turned pardon me youre drunk possibly but for leos sake,i dont remember the name of the beverage of choice. he looked up and just smiled. its good . you need to let it hit you every so often. you try to be so in charge all the time. let it go occasionally and relax. i start to explain and he stops me. forget about it. it will all be done tomorrow. all your thinking about stuff can wait. i get up,go to my room, and climb on top of my bed. images in my head circle my restless brain. finally my mothers voice comes to me. i smile and now i can go off to blessed sleep.
Posted on: Tue, 29 Oct 2013 12:35:50 +0000
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