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The sounds of sirens
Jun. 1st, 2009 03:17 pmI have come to accept most of the eccentricities of my neighborhood.
We have a fire station around the corner; there are sirens that go off at all hours. I am grateful that the sirens are not for us and tune them out.
Every spring the mockingbirds return to share with us the sounds of the neighbors' car alarms. I've grown to accept it.
We have one, possibly two neighbors with roosters which crow randomly throughout the day. I have learned to tune them out.
There is a new dog living nearby who vocalizes in some pretty dang weird ways. I'm learning to live with it.
But some day I'll be on the news because of the *#@$)% icecream trucks and their #*!)@ 5-second song repeats. Argh! There are twenty-bazillion childrens' songs. So, why? Why! Why can these guys not manage to mix this shit up a bit?
We have a fire station around the corner; there are sirens that go off at all hours. I am grateful that the sirens are not for us and tune them out.
Every spring the mockingbirds return to share with us the sounds of the neighbors' car alarms. I've grown to accept it.
We have one, possibly two neighbors with roosters which crow randomly throughout the day. I have learned to tune them out.
There is a new dog living nearby who vocalizes in some pretty dang weird ways. I'm learning to live with it.
But some day I'll be on the news because of the *#@$)% icecream trucks and their #*!)@ 5-second song repeats. Argh! There are twenty-bazillion childrens' songs. So, why? Why! Why can these guys not manage to mix this shit up a bit?