pancakes

...the summer time was filled with days at the pool... from open till close...i've always been surprised at how satisfying and wonderfully flavorful food is after i've been swimming and the Boston Baked Beans were no exception though, in my later years, i've discovered what truly horrendous candies they were.

nevertheless, i recall the anticipation which they evoked in me... a hidden guilty pleasure of money scrounged from between the cushions of the sofa, laden with stale crumbs and dust which have fused into a sticky sludge and impart to your fingers the self same sludgy stickiness.

when reality is replaced by hyper-reality nostalgia takes on it's full meaning and force...

...it's a typical summer Friday in a home where nobody works and everybody drinks and we all keep the shameful secrets of our lives hidden from the world and ourselves... i'm eager to leave this place...the forbidden room...i'm tired of waiting, mouth open, with eyes closed and hands bound...i just wish it would be over already so i could go to the lake... go fishing and stare at the water until my mind is tranquilly reflective like the golden glowing sun upon the opaque waters of dusk.
 
as an aside, i do most of my thinking and planning when I am fishing or mowing, it just helps me empty my mind, (cleaning it out as it were), sorting through the cr*p, putting it into perspective.......... then I go on with my day. Living on the water definately has its benefits.
 
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