Darling P,
It is, all age related issues aside, so wonderful to have you back in the Village. Most unfortunate that you will no longer be among those of us who still cling tenaciously to the belief that our thirties will last forever. But I do so enjoy having older friends like you and don’t want you to worry for one instant that our friendship will change just b/c you are now so clearly in your declining years.
While away, you may not have known that I became embroiled in a bit of a spat with the Village Board. I can imagine your shouts of “Quelle Surprise!” bc you do know I always try to maintain a certain level of decorum in my dealings with others. It is, alas, only when push comes to shove (fortunately it isn’t literal this time) that I must assert my most reasonable positions rather aggressively. Seems, however, that tethering myself to the poor diseased Dutch elm straddling our property and that of the Village hasn’t succeeded in convincing the Board that we shouldn’t have to pay for its removal.
So, clearly, I must simply up the stakes and wonder whether either of the twins is available early this evening for a turn at being chained to the elm’s trunk. I think, as the evening commuters pass along the Village path next to our property, they may find a child’s cries for freedom compelling enough to tell the Village to please take out the damn diseased behemoth already. Fear I’ve already used up the goodwill of the cherubs this morning and was surprised to see so very few people who even noticed us on their walk to the metro. Having heard the twins wails in the past, my guess is that maybe only they can successfully pierce the best ipod headphones of those neighbors trying so very hard, yet again, to avoid knowing what we are doing.
C.
