Or is it beyond the pale to:
A. Honk your car horn on a residential street at 7:50 a.m.
B. Operate power tools that make loud whining noises on a residential street at 7:55 a.m.
Ben sleeps like the dead. He's on the couch in the living room, close to all the noise, and yet drools peacefully. We both slept on the couch last night because we got new windows yesterday, see, and the window edges are sealed with this caulk, see, and I looked at the label on a caulk tube and it was horrifying. This chemical and that, you've got your mineral spirits. Warning this and warning that, I think there was mention of the brain. The bedrooms are less airy and smelled more toxic, so Ben and I shared the couch. I can fall asleep there to the TV, no problem, but spending the night there with another human? Problem. That's four nights in a row of inadequate sleep. Unlike those of you who always get inadequate sleep and are used to functioning that way, I don't like it. Ben has also been getting inadequate amounts of sleep [from outside, again: honk! reply honk!], too, which is really the bigger problem. And I need to dislodge him from said couch if he's going on that school field trip this morning.
Wow. I've outdone myself. This has got to be my single least interesting post ever.
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12 comments:
Hell, no! This is good stuff. Car horns and power tools in the morning? Dangerous household chemicals? Nearly missed school trips? This is the fabric of life, man.
I *do* know what you mean about feeling pressure to be interesting. I'm feeling it too, especially after my cat just posted to my blog. He's funnier, angrier, and makes fewer typos. I can't compete.
Heh, I know what you mean. Peanut and I spent an extra 20 min in bed this a.m. bc we were goofing off. I get to hear annoying noises, too, like operators of police cruisers playing with their sirens and what not. But that's not at 7:55am either, more like 9:30 and on 'til I finally leave this joint.
Two years ago we had a neighbor who, for better than six months had no muffler on his truck, and who left for work at around 6 a.m. every day. It was ferociously loud. I have to think that he finally got it fixed only because someone else threatened his life before I did. And for the record, any post that involves chemically-induced braind damage is per se interesting.
Wow. If anything would get zero comments, I thought this would be the one. Shows how little I know.
I thought about this post last night. I heard a car horn in the wee hours and somehow the thoughts that went through my head were "no thought--wait, that was a car horn--wait, it sounded like I live in a city!!--oh, so that "no thought" was a momentary feeling of comfort--oh, I'll have to tell Orange about this."
Dr. B., are you jealous of my noisy neighborhood?
I forgot, we have a resident Whip-poor-will who woke us up at 5am sharp for a month last summer. When someone would yell at it, s/he would simply move position in the woods and end up at someone else's window (just my house - 1 neighbor and they aren't that close).
Katydids will also be out soon and their noise is almost deafenig (but they look very cool).
(The links also provide you with the sound they make.)
Okay, Orange--was it a field trip to a dairy?
Psycho Kitty, they went to an aquarium. I do not believe there was any milking activity. But I totally don't get the reason for your question. Explain?
Ah, well, the Boy's kindergarten just had their field trip, and it was to a dairy. And so far ever adult I've spoken to about it (not that I go around talking about it, but you know what I mean) also went to a dairy in kindergarten, regardless of where they grew up. So it's my little "universal field trip" experiment question. But man, you messed me all up. Aquarium. Grumph. :)
PK, I remember field trips to farms, but I don't recall a dairy aspect. And my kid's in the Chicago Public Schools right now—how long would the preschoolers have to ride in a schoolbus to reach the closest dairy? It just doesn't seem like a big-city thang, you know.
So no udders—just blowholes.
Ah, well, no udders for us either. The Boy prefers "teets". Oy.
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