i’ve lived here for awhile now, longer than most, if not all, places i’ve lived in my adult life. not solidly, but on and off for about three years, (damn. is it that long? guess so.) there were a couple of roommate adventures, if you call hell adventurous, as i tried to live elsewhere, but always ended up back here. roommates. bah.
humbug. anyway. it’s lovely here. we have an enormous catholic church in the backyard, with bells. they go off from 8am to 9pm daily, but if it’s quiet, there’s another set that goes off in the near distance, about a minute after ours. they stop at ten, just now heard them, above the crickets. we’re two blocks from a trauma center, and the worst sound of living here is the helicopters. it never, ever ceases to give me the chills when one flies over — at this point in the flight path they pass directly overhead at about 100 – 150 feet. haven’t been any of those lately, thankfully.
and the cats. oy. the cats. our kitty still thinks he’s a badass, even though he’s declawed and deballed and lacks both the hormones and the weapons to be a big mean tom-kitty (shh! don’t tell him!). they’re out there now. *sigh* the neighbors, all elderly or nuns or both, must hate us for our kitty, or at least, find us annoying.
hey, he came with the house, and we’re all rather stuck here, in the suburbs, where it’s almost quiet.