Speaking of NoiseWherein Our Heroine
Longs for Quiet.
I am truly starting to feel like the
Grinch:
"And then! Oh, the noise! Oh, the noise! Noise! Noise! Noise! That's one thing he hated! The NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!" The Powers That Be in our Home Owner's Association decided a while back that minor cosmetic pitting and slight settling was reason enough to replace our sidewalks. John and I, thinking the sidewalks were more pristine than anything we would normally see in New England, disagreed. However, the PTB in the HOA got their way, and now we have had 2 days of jackhammering, crashing, booming and barking. Yes, barking. At about one and a half, Mac decided his role in life was watchdog. This is to be differentiated from "guard dog," mind you. Anyone who actually gets into the house is greeted with a wagging tail and an ingratiating wiggle. He would probably eagerly show a stranger where all the best stuff is kept. But, as long as anyone is going to pull up outside our house, or walk past within a radius of 50 feet, he is going to let us know about it. Luckily, we live on a normally quiet cul-de-sac. The operative word in that last sentence is "normally." For the last two days, I have heard a nearly relentless string of dire, doggy warnings that there is stuff going on outside, all expressed in remarkably loud barks for a 36-pound dog. I am starting to fear for my sanity. Anyway, it will all be over tomorrow. If you don't hear from me, look for me inside the concrete. Posted: Wednesday - May 12, 2004 at 08:19 AM | | | Quick Links Statistics Total entries in this blog: Total entries in this category: Published On: Aug 02, 2007 10:10 PM |