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Re: Quiet
Man, and to think when I lived in the south I brought my gators HOME...
Whereupon gramma would shriek and lock herself in the bedroom with her cat, and granpa would make me throw it outside over the fence, and then give me a whoopin. Ah, fond memories... those were some purty gators. ^___^
And some serious whoopins, too.
Me, I unfortunately live in the MIDDLE of the city. Convenience store on the corner, noisy mexican neighbors on one side, noisy yuppies on the other, and a busy intersection on the other two sides. One of the female cats upstairs isn't fixed yet, so every few weeks there's also "YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW RRROOOOWWWWW MROOOOOWWWWWW!" From her, and I swear to god half the city's population of males outside, yowling and fighting.
Not to mention, the humidifyers, the electronics in the house(you know, that constant hum of activity, that high pitched sound that isn't so much a sound as a feeling on the top of your head), the rats gnawing and drinking, the dog chewing on random bits of his anatomy....
Sigh. I really miss the quiet nights I used to spend on the roof of my house when I was younger. Those "almost summer" nights that were almost warm, but not quite... I'd climb up onto the chicken coop and jump onto the roof and just lay up there and watch the clouds go by. No traffic, no streetlights, no neighbors, no anything of the sort.
Man that was nice.
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