One more list of photo albums
OK, y'all, I *really* thought it would be easier than it has been for me to write a daily travel blog/journal entry.... (note to self...
Come on feel the noise
I’ve been thinking a lot about noise lately. Part of this is because the yarn store is in between two restaurants who get deliveries multiple times a day by large diesel trucks that are left running during unloading – talk about your loud white noise! – and partly because of the construction that’s going on across the parking lot; for as annoying as we find it, I can’t imagine being in CVS or the bagel place on either side of the construction, having to listen to it, feel it through your feet all day. But also part of this is from last week, when the guy a few houses down was getting the majority of his trees removed. I love the sound of chainsaws, but am not such a fan of the sudden drop and boom of trees (I tend to forget that’s going to happen with chainsaws, and always jump and tense up at the boom, which eventually can give me a migraine).
But some white noise I love. I love the sound of wind in trees, running water, the ocean, rain on the roof, and bird song. The ocean may be my favorite out of those, with rain on the roof a close second. I can tolerate air conditioners, but only if they’re at a steady pace. The kind that come on and shut off and come back on always startle me out of my reverie, or worse, out of my sleep. I prefer box fans, or ceiling fans as a steady noise that also brings coolness.
My friends Lauren and Arthur were really big into journaling. Arthur would always say that you should write at least three pages of thought a day, that getting thoughts out of your head and onto paper would clear your mind. And if your mind was ever so stuck that you couldn’t even write what you were thinking, that you should write what you hear. Sometimes, he’d say, he’d spend a week writing three pages a day only about what he heard at the moments he had pencil to paper.
What do I hear right now? The window unit air-conditioner. The dogs breathing, one of them snoring slightly. The bell on the cat’s collar as she scratches. Some sort of ticking-ish sound, like plastic hitting metal – I think it might be from the AC unit. Birds outside, but only the loudest. It’s hard to hear outside noises over the AC. Except for the garbage and recycling pick-up; that’s pretty easy to hear.
What noises do you hear, right now?
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Such a wonderful time! Thanks for sharing!
just WOW! too much! I'll dedicate a weekend to Ire when you get back. Have fun!
OH MY GOD I wonder if it's too late in life for a career change?! That would be so fun!
Brilliant! I'd watch the hell out of a PBS show of you just traveling and rambling, just sayin'.
I'm sure Molly is thrilled at all the people touching her boobs. Goodness... Those parks are so lovely. And that…
Funny you should ask… A chainsaw, taking down a huge limb that’s been scraping our roof. The dog next door barking at the chainsaw.
Dang, I wrote this, hit submit, forgot the captcha and lost it. Let’s try this again and see what’s different.
The buzz of the refrigerator. My fingers tapping on the keyboard. The click-clack of the dog’s toenails on the wooden floor. My kid in the den coughing. The wind rustling the leaves of the cherry tree. Some sort of bird chirping.
I like white noise, too…and I also love heavy industrial sounds if they are repetitive. I actually find it soothing. I have gone so far as to have them recorded and looped so I could perform to them LOL. I love the journaling idea. I have done the 3 pages in the morning mind dump practice, but it never occurred to me to use sounds when in a block. Nice 🙂
The cats hissing at each other, the hum of the disk drive, my occasional sniffle – really, very quiet at this hour of night.
White noise should be constant or consistent – the birds outside my window wake me up every morning at o’dark thirty, just becuse *they* want something. All I want is another 45 minutes asleep, darn it!
the hum of the computer, and birdsong.
I faintly hear Simon and Garfunkel playing on the stereo downstairs (I’m taking a computer break from cleaning), the hum of the network storage drives, and some random noise from the laptop’s hard drive. Also some strange banging from the street… which, after checking, proved to be a small child banging on the school zone sign/light pole with a stick.