That scraping noise you heard was me, dragging out my soap box so I can rant a bit about the noisy neighbors.
I was sitting here at the computer in my living room, reading news and responding to e-mail. It was a quiet, peaceful, relaxing morning on my dead end street – until about 20 minutes ago. All of a sudden I was being treated to a loud hum with even louder bass and percussion (a terribly monotonous, repetitious beat!). My neighbor across the street was playing music to work on his semi-tractor by. Yes, that means the sound of the pneumatic tools were added to the mix.
The sad part about this is that we live in Massachusetts. It’s getting cool here. So all my doors and windows are closed to keep the heat in the house and prevent the furnace from running more than necessary. Even with everything closed, the music sounds like it’s being played in my house!
Where is the music coming from? My neighbor has his pick-up truck parked on his lawn, in front of his house, with the windows open and the music blaring. Pretty picture, eh? But I don’t have to look at it, so I really don’t care what he puts on his lawn. The sound is another matter. It is intrusive and invades my home without my invitation.
You might suggest that I go across the street and ask my neighbor to lower the volume. I could, but it wouldn’t make it so. These are neighbors that love their noise. I could call the police to complain. But it’s daytime, so noise laws aren’t applicable in this town. I do wonder if it’s legal to work on the semi-tractor in the driveway, but it probably is. Besides, if I call the authorities, I will become “less popular” in the neighborhood than I am now. I already chase the neighborhood cats and dogs out of my yard.
A month ago I went to the ear doctor due to the ringing in my ears and vertigo. The hearing test showed I had lost significant hearing in my mid-tone range. I can still hear high and low tones well. I wish it were the other way around. Then I could hear conversations in a noisy room and not hear the bass tones of my neighbor’s music coming through my walls. Alas, I guess we can’t choose our physical flaws.
Well, I think I’ll get down off the soap box and find a pillow to put over my head for a while.
I need quiet!!