Sounds of Saturday morning in Well now

It is a surprisingly unquiet morning here in the House of Eternal Entropy.

I sit at the keyboard typing away as the tablet plays this morning’s stream of gathered news and blog clips.
- Why do I feel the compulsion to know what is going on when I know it will just upset me?

The toilet is running two rooms away.
- I’ll get up and stop it after I finish this.

The tenant’s five year old is being vocally adamant in her refusal to do who knows what thing now on the other side of the thin wall.
- I dismiss the wall-shredding screeches as the sound of my mortgage being funded.

The skitter-kitties are in full-on rally mode, chasing each other madly about the house, taking the scramble over and under anything that has the temerity to exist in their path way.
- I would worry about the not inconsiderable pounding of powerpaws on the wooden drumhead that is the single layered floor of my raised house, thinking how annoying the erratic feline fury explosion must sound to my tenant. I would worry, but I don’t have to. She forgives the intrusion of noise involved in living beside my girls just as I forgive the noise that comes of living next to hers.

The concert from the neighbor across the street has just begun.
- He is the drummer in his very own garage band. Their genre, I believe, would be classified as heavy metal or perhaps headbanging. I don’t know if it’s my personal prejudice (possession of musical taste) or their lack of talent, but three decades of practice (yes they’ve been together, I’m told, since high school) has not brought them any closer to producing harmony. They have, however, perfected the art of stripping paint off houses acoustically. (I wonder if I can send them the bill for repainting? Probably not.)

Oh well.
It’s Saturday.
After yesterday and last night’s torrential rain, it’s finally clearing up and the day promises to be relatively cool and fair. If I weren’t still sore from last Saturday’s fall (maybe I actually did break a rib), I’d go uptown to Audubon Park and trikke for a while. Maybe I’ll go out for brunch on the balcony of a restaurant I know on St. Charles Avenue. It’s the perfect weather for that today and, with summer coming hard upon, it won’t be for long.

Contented smile.
I’m off to jiggle the toilet handle and get dressed.

Last updated May 14, 2017