The noises of summer. As a writer, I’m hyper tuned-in. Bird songs rarely rise above the buzzing of saws, whacking of weeds, annihilation of grass. Loud, louder, loudest. Guys across the way have a full time hobby of hacking up trees then hauling them down the street all day. And don’t get me started with the beep beep beep when they back up. A fertilizer truck is idling outside my porch.
Hahahaha. I can hear all of you city folk thinking this is hilarious. Noise? I’ll give you noise. But for the love of silence, please just pass a clean debt ceiling bill and stop the madness outside! OK, I’m off to the home. (Where is it?)