Sunday, April 02, 2017


Lately, I crave silence.

The past several years of nonstop renovations on my street - houses beside me and across from me being ripped apart and rebuilt in the vision of their new occupants - have created a constant din along a once-quiet roadway. The whine of the rip saw, the percussion of the nail gun, the middle-of-the-lane conferences held between open truck doors, diesel engines running - this is the new symphony of the street.

We are equally to blame, of course, our own tear-downs and rebuilds adding to the decibels. It's all part of living in a house built 45 years ago.  

When I lived in an 80-year-old house - with styrofoam packing peanuts being used as insulation behind the lathe and plaster walls - I thought of a 45-year-old house as relatively new. But evidently, to the thirtysomethings with far too much money who seem to be buying up all the houses on my street, it's just a gut-job.  

Is it lake time yet?


Erik Donald France said...

I can appreciate that, Barbara, wincing from the constant din of the street symphony. What bugs me in Texas are the loud lawnmowers buzzing in my head, weedeaters, motorcycles, trucks, jets both military and civilian, frackers, and the constant horror of "routine" highway traffic.

Inside my abode I can enjoy some peace from outside noises, with a small Japanese bell to ding away the bad spirits. Eventually I can play a movie or listen to music, but the latter is usually reserved for at work.

Good luck in finding quietude & solitude.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

All those intrusive noises, Erik! I am so in agreement with you. I am glad that your abode gives you quiet and respite. Perhaps I need to find a spirit-wrangling Japanese bell of my own.

Erik Donald France said...

Barbara, now I've even brought one of the little bells to work to gently chime before meetings. So far, so good . . .

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Good thinking, Erik! Hopefully that will keep meeting attendance by evil elements down to a minimum!