Post by Honeylioness on May 11, 2009 0:20:35 GMT -5
There is supposed to be a full moon tomorrow - which is perhaps why I feel the need to come clean with you all.
I have an addiction - I take things.
Specific things.
I have tried to stop. I tell myself "This year I will resist. I will not give in to the temptation." And yet here I sit. The spoils of my recent trip down the dark pathway arrayed before me.
Each Spring the siren call begins by whispering in my ear and before I know it I am doing reconnaissance on my drive to and from work. That location is too well lit - that resident just got a dog - ahhhh, that one is for sale. I know my prey well. Where they reside, when they will be waiting for my "visit"
And I am not alone. There are others like me - a secretive cadre. We rarely see each other but the subtle signs of our presence at the scene of the crime are easy to read if you know what to look for. There are others with more boldness than I possess. Who operate during the day – which makes some sense as people are at work and have left this bounty unguarded.
I have even learned that someone I work with, and my next door neighbor also indulge in this larceny. Once you have identified another of your kind there is a sort of verbal shorthand used between you. Cross streets, who has not returned yet from Wintering in the South, who has a dog.
I prefer to operate late at night. Like Friday. The call was just too great. So I changed my clothes, dark shirt, socks, soft soled shoes. My implement of choice slipped into my pocket, the other essential item placed in my truck, turn off the interior light and I slipped quietly out of my parking lot.
Not only have I made mental notes during my commute but during nights also – the drive home from Guild, a great time to check out locations, access to and from, security lights. So I know where I am going first.
Quietly I approach my first “stop”, cutting the lights and slowly gently to a stop. A look to check the area before I exit the vehicle and move silently towards this first target. An easy one at first and … success. I slip back behind the wheel and move onward. My second location presents an unexpected problem. The neighbors are having a party. Too many people, too many lights. Having to decide on the fly I choose to move on.
And finally, after three forays I am back home, my loot spread out before me. This is the part I like the best. Sorting and arranging my bounty. Intoxicated with the beauty arrayed before me. With a deep sense of satisfaction I sit and just bask in all the glory before me. I have even been known to photograph it.
Now, I cannot show you my actual prizes. I have to protect myself after all. But here IS a picture of what my addiction looks like – what it is that drives me to these lengths.
www.arboretum.harvard.edu/plants/lilac_gallery/index.html
I have an addiction - I take things.
Specific things.
I have tried to stop. I tell myself "This year I will resist. I will not give in to the temptation." And yet here I sit. The spoils of my recent trip down the dark pathway arrayed before me.
Each Spring the siren call begins by whispering in my ear and before I know it I am doing reconnaissance on my drive to and from work. That location is too well lit - that resident just got a dog - ahhhh, that one is for sale. I know my prey well. Where they reside, when they will be waiting for my "visit"
And I am not alone. There are others like me - a secretive cadre. We rarely see each other but the subtle signs of our presence at the scene of the crime are easy to read if you know what to look for. There are others with more boldness than I possess. Who operate during the day – which makes some sense as people are at work and have left this bounty unguarded.
I have even learned that someone I work with, and my next door neighbor also indulge in this larceny. Once you have identified another of your kind there is a sort of verbal shorthand used between you. Cross streets, who has not returned yet from Wintering in the South, who has a dog.
I prefer to operate late at night. Like Friday. The call was just too great. So I changed my clothes, dark shirt, socks, soft soled shoes. My implement of choice slipped into my pocket, the other essential item placed in my truck, turn off the interior light and I slipped quietly out of my parking lot.
Not only have I made mental notes during my commute but during nights also – the drive home from Guild, a great time to check out locations, access to and from, security lights. So I know where I am going first.
Quietly I approach my first “stop”, cutting the lights and slowly gently to a stop. A look to check the area before I exit the vehicle and move silently towards this first target. An easy one at first and … success. I slip back behind the wheel and move onward. My second location presents an unexpected problem. The neighbors are having a party. Too many people, too many lights. Having to decide on the fly I choose to move on.
And finally, after three forays I am back home, my loot spread out before me. This is the part I like the best. Sorting and arranging my bounty. Intoxicated with the beauty arrayed before me. With a deep sense of satisfaction I sit and just bask in all the glory before me. I have even been known to photograph it.
Now, I cannot show you my actual prizes. I have to protect myself after all. But here IS a picture of what my addiction looks like – what it is that drives me to these lengths.
www.arboretum.harvard.edu/plants/lilac_gallery/index.html