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Sing me no songs
Posted On 08/20/2013 15:06:41 by Derrough
Well hello again from Hillsdale.
 
I suppose over the several years in which we have been friends, you have all become familiar with the Hillsdale menagerie.
Now, most times the critters and I either agree, or agree to disagree.
At the moment though I am feeling entirely disagreeable.
 
Now it could be because of the lack of sleep and the fact that I have just plumb hit the wall (it has been a busy 10 months).. or it could also be that as I age I'm just plain and simply turning into a right nasty old lady, but..
Whatever the reason I'm feeling downright ornery.
 
The cause, is of course, another critter.
 
Now sleep and I aren't on the best of terms, even under the best of circumstances.
I'm definitely a princess!
Every single wrinkle, dimple, bump or lump (real or imagined) turns into a gigantic pea.
 
I've gone way past the edge of dreamland!
Gone are those wondrous nights with a pastel departure into dreamland and a softer pastel awakening..
At the moment it is strictly hammer in and hammer out.
I am tired! Worn out! Totally frazzled! Done to a turn!
 
The latest irritant is an amorous lothario who insists on serenading me all night.
Now I am an acknowledged music lover, but the voice on this midnight lover, is at the moment, given my febrile state,  akin to someone dragging their fingernails down a chalkboard.
It is shrill!
It is incessant!
And like Romeo of old...
He is directly beneath my bedroom window.
 
I will reluctantly admit, that in my salad days, I was extremely enamored with both he and his song.
I found him winsome and attractive, and his song was cheering, and made me smile at the moon through the pulled back curtains..
 
I'm not sure exactly when our relationship soured...
It is a fairly recent occurrence....
But it has now come to the point where the sound of his voice sets my teeth on edge.
 
And now my friends, I have a confession to make.
I am an accessory before and after the fact.
Yes.
I did it!
I entered into a conspiracy to commit murder.
I am here and now offering a confession to the world that my midnight lover has been 'offed'.
He is gone!
Deceased!
Stomped out!
 
I stand before you ready to accept the consequences for my actions.
However...
Before you judge me too harshly...
There is such a thing as just retribution.
And..
I now have another lover in the porch, one under my back window, and another, once again under my bedroom window...
All of them singing their little hearts out.
 
Will you all excuse me for a little while?
It would appear I have some rather urgent business to attend to.

Tags: Sleeplessness Fatigue Murder



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08/20/2013 17:43:42

Hahaha..
You're safe Barb... Like the old mafia dons...I only 'Off ' those who
'chirp'.
When all else fails I pull a
'Raid'.
I haven't yet attained the ultimate level of cement overshoes..
I'm still wearing leather.
But you know?
That works also.





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