Noise is everywhere. around here. Moments of stillness are constantly interrupted. By people, by trucks, by cats, by helicopters, by planes. I can’t take it anymore, and I may snap soon.
Yesterday, I took a work break to spend some time spinning. It was peaceful when I started, and I found the quiet and spinning to be soothing. Not more than 10 minutes into it, a cement truck pulled up outside.It sat outside my house for nearly an hour, idling its very loud engine and running its mixer. Eventually, it simply drove away. It wasn’t even here because it was working nearby. The driver just decided to park here.
If I ever try to sleep in a little bit, the Old Man makes sure I don’t by mowing the lawn, working in the driveway, banging in the basement, or carrying on LOUD conversations with other old men right outside my bedroom window.
Today is one of the days that LGA air traffic is routed over my house, so any period of quiet is puncuated by low-flying planes overhead.
This morning, I opened the living room windows to take advantage of the cool morning breezes and quiet. Within minutes, a fleet of yellow school buses began pulling into the park, all of them loud. Several hours later, some of them are still idling. Above the rumble of their engines I hear a couple hundred screaming children.
Two garbage trucks just went by, taking their time. Stopping, clanging, men shouting.
An orange cat has taken to jumping into our open windows to taunt our herd. Several times a day, I’m startled by the sudden, bloodcurdling screams of our 3 boys yelling at Orange Guy to go away.
Moments when the birdsong managed to break through the cacophony are broken by loud Bronx chicks shrieking, “Ant’ny!!! ANT’NY!!!”
People come from seemingly all over New York City to fight at the tops of their lungs in our park.
I. Can’t. Take. It.
I am going to snap. I am.
I need to get away somewhere quiet. Even only for a day. For a few hours.
Fortunately, I have pottery class this afternoon. The pottery studio is deep in the building, where no outside noise penetrates. There will be nothing but soft voices and the whir of the wheels.
But still, I need to get away for a while. Soon.
Update: And now there is a man with a loud, screechy machine removing a stump from our lawn.