Ode to Niecey

With a nod to reevadubois and his excellent apologies.

Fair niecey, please forgive me
Auntie contracted alzheimer's,
menopause, amnesia,
and plain old stupidity. She
should know better than to post when
sleep deprived because she knew she was forgetting someone
but she hoped it was someone she hadn't talked to in 4 months or more
and it turned out not to be
and now she's in the doghouse.

We have all become ships passing in the night on LJ
and this ship forgot to honk at a ship
she considers very important
and for that the ship is now rat infested and
contaminated with the plague.

Auntie is bad. She shall give herself forty lashes with the wet noodle
and not watch The Simpsons as penance. She shall now go hang herself with her own hair and inform Uncle J he shall be have to sleep alone for awhile when he gets here.

I PLAYED MY FLUTE

For almost a year now, Lauraflute has been fluteless by choice. Not as in I didn't own it, but I let it sleep soundly in its case unless necessity reluctantly called. On a whim tonight, I got it out.

I missed my old friend more than I wanted to admit.

I can definitely hear a year's worth of smoking too much and not playing in my sound. I can't make my phrases like I used to. But just playing a fucking warm up made me feel like a million bucks.

*runs to find Mozart concertos....concerti?*