Aaaaahhhh. Springtime. It's so nice when everything comes alive. Maybe not so much for the hay fever sufferers, but for the rest of us, the fragrant, color-filled blooms give us a renewed spirit. The world looks different, in a good way.
It also sounds different...in a bad way. Weed-eaters. Lawn mowers. Every second of every frickin' day, some neighbor somewhere has to be doing yardwork. It's the great spoiler. A perfectly pleasant morning with the windows open - and all I can hear is that familiar, abrasive noise. And those lawn service people with their big-ass mowers...they're really, really LOUD!
On Saturday, PhillyTwo and I were sitting in the backyard soaking up some sunshine, enjoying a pleasant conversation, when some motherfucking neighbor decided it was the perfect time to break out the weed eater. We could barely hear each other over the noise. I fantasized about walking over and putting a gun to the man's head. "Put that damned thing away and you'll live to see tomorrow," I'd demand through clenched teeth. But I knew I was just channeling the Sopranos. I don't even own a gun.
Update 10:30 a.m.: OMG! Today the noise is coming from my own yard!
Monday, April 12, 2010
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2 comments:
Philly - maybe it's time to consider a move downtown? No lawn mowers or weed eaters but you may have to adjust to sirens and car horns. Guns are still optional.
M,
I would love to live downtown. Unfortunately, my better half likes the burbs.
P
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