There is no such thing as silence except maybe in space, where I have dreams of living.
My neighborhood is still pretty noisy with people slowly repairing their houses from our storms this March. Lots of chain saws and hammering. I’ve learned that I prefer hammering when a team does it, all out of rhythm and wild. I like that much better than the guy who is fixing his own house, one nail at a time. Hammer...hammer...hammer, hammer hammer.
So many of the trees are gone that the train is now really loud. We have 2 trains that come through, a freight train several times a day that goes so slow the noise isn’t too bad, and then the commuter train that goes 60mph and makes a lot of noise.
Well and I live in a flight path, so close to the airport that they own my storm windows and doors. I’m used to that though I barely hear it.
Some people tell me to move to the country? Have they been to the country?!?! Crickets going on all night, birds with their damn chirping and ponds full of frogs. I remember reading a Richard Brautigan book where he had loud frogs and they would be quiet for a few minutes if he yelled “Shut up!” at them but that seemed so rude. Instead he would yell “Campbell soup you frogs!” That works well. When 6 to 8 dogs are in my yard barking at nothing I yell “Campbell soup you dogs!” and they shut up, it works great.
The beach? Maybe it’s quiet there? No, it’s not. The waves crashing rhythmically are every bit as annoying as living next to a highway.
Inside the house is just as noisy, the a/c cycles on and off, the hot water heater runs, clocks tick etc. And don’t even get me started on lawn mowers and leaf blowers.
There is no such thing as silence except maybe in space, where I have dreams of living.
