Noise, Noise, Noise

My mom never really liked a lot of noise. When my sister, brother and I were growing up we spent a lot of time outside mostly in the summer time and when we were done with homework we sometimes would go and play in the backyard or the side yard. Sometimes in the summer my cousin, Keena, would come over, she was my sister's age and we would have slumber like parties in our room. We would talk late into the night about everything. My mom would hear us and shout from her room which was right next door to be quiet. We only talked a little more quiet in the hopes that she couldn't hear us. After all we had a lot to catch up on since we only saw Keena a few times during the year. As we got older and the teen years kicked in and we wanted to talk on the phone more my mom was not having us chattering on the phone after 9 pm. She probably would have made it earlier if she thought it would not cause a mini revolt with us kids. Although, she knew what she said goes and we might have objected but she would remind us she was the parent not us. So, we did what she said and that was that. 

My mom has not changed at all from 40 years ago. She still pretty much doesn't like too much noise and always thinks that the people who make the most noise in this neighborhood who live across the street are always under her window. I tell her no they are across the street but are loud enough to be right here in the living room. She just shakes her head in disgust and says that she wishes that they would talk more quietly. I don't see that happening any time this decade. She has kind of gotten used to the noise my son makes, the kid noises that all kids make from time to time and those noises most of the time don't bother her too much.  Barking dogs on the other hand do. Especially this one dog who barks and barks for at least a good 20 minutes after his human leaves in the morning. I don't think he likes being alone. My mom always tell me in the morning that the dog need company so he won't bark so much. In our last neighborhood it was so quiet most of the time you could hear a pin drop. Most of the residents were older and the ones who weren't older were basically students and working people who left early in the morning and came back in the evening and repeated that every day. My mom I think misses all that quiet. And honestly, I miss it too more times then I tell her.  I guess when you get older sometimes you just don't like a lot of noise because you have heard it for most of your life and in the golden years you just want some peace and quiet. That's the way I see it anyway. 

In the meantime until we move from this neighborhood and the noise we will be keeping the windows closed and hope that blocks out some of it. 

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