SoCS — The Sounds of Suburbia

65CBF424-1AF2-4B78-85FF-00E71DD9F819For this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, Linda G. Hill has to write about the sounds animals make and how we experience them.

Before I talk about how I experience animal sounds, I have to tell you that I am deaf in my left ear, so my hearing is monaural as opposed to stereo. And that means that I have trouble determining where any sounds, animal or otherwise, are coming from. I also suffer from tinnitus, which is a ringing in the ears, so whatever sounds I do hear out of my one good ear need to be of sufficient volume to be heard over my tinnitus.

I’m also not going to include in this discussion the sounds our cat or dog make — the purring, the meowing, the hissing, the barking, the growling, etc. And I’m not going discuss the sounds of any human animals.

What I am going to discuss in this post are the sounds I hear now that I’m living in the suburbs that I didn’t often hear while living in the city. And mostly, I’m going to talk about the animal sounds I hear at night while walking my dog for her final walk of the day.

Last night, for example, I heard a couple of owls, apparently situated in different trees, hooting back and forth with one another. I periodically hear a high-pitch barking, yipping, or howling sounds that are more like that of a coyote than of a dog. And the sounds of crickets chirping. So many crickets.

About a week ago I heard some sounds outside of my bedroom window, so I got up and looked out of the window, where I saw three deer foraging among my plants in the backyard. I never had deer in my backyard in the city.

What I don’t hear in the ‘burbs that I heard all the time in the city are the 24×7 traffic sounds of cars, buses, or truck and the sirens of ambulances and police cars. I live on a cul de sac now, one with maybe a dozen homes on it. So there’s very little traffic at night. Few cars, no buses or trucks, and I’ve yet to hear any sirens anywhere nearby since we moved here at the beginning of the month.

But those last sounds aren’t animal sounds, are they, so why am I bringing them up at all? Well, it’s just one more difference between the sounds of the city and the sounds of suburbia.

The photo at the top of this post was one my wife took of the sunrise yesterday morning from our living room glass doors at around 6:30.

SoCS — Cacophony

This week, Linda G. Hill has given us the word “loud, or a word that means loud, as the focus for our Stream of Consciousness Saturday posts.

Megaphone I know that most of you who read my blog with any regularity would believe me to be a liberal person. And you’d be right when it comes to politics and social matters. But when it comes to everyday life, I’m actually a rather conservative fellow.

I don’t wear loud clothes. I don’t turn the volume up to 11 when I listen to music, although I do turn the volume on the TV pretty loud for shows that don’t have closed captions because my hearing sucks — probably because, in my youth, I used to turn the volume up to 11 on my stereo with my headphones on.

I don’t like loud restaurants because the clamorous ambient noise makes it hard for me to hear what others are saying, so I will occasionally nod my head and smile, hoping that doing so is an appropriate response for whatever everyone else is talking about.

For that same reason, I don’t like to go to loud parties. And the cacophony of noises on the street, be they fire, police, or ambulance sirens, or the sounds of passing buses and trucks, drive me crazy.

So deep down inside, while I may sometimes be loudly outspoken on my blog, I’m actually a very quiet man who rarely shouts or yells and who very much prefers peace and quiet to loud and boisterous.

And that’s one of the aspects of blogging that I love. I can write loudly without making a sound.

But At Least He’s Not a Democrat


Image result for roy moore“You’re doubting what she claimed happened?” asked Sarah. “Why would you believe a sleazy, dirty old man like that?”

“Because he said he didn’t do it. It’s fake news perpetrated by those who want to see him fail,” Michael answered.

“Fake news? Seriously?” said Sarah. “Five women have come forward. More than 30 other sources were cited.”

“I just find the claims to be dubious,” Michael said. “And even if he did it, she went along with it, didn’t she? She got in his car.”

Sarah raised a questioning eyebrow. “She was 14 years old and he was a powerful man.”

“Oh come on. It happens all the time,” Michael said. There are stories throughout recorded history of young sirens spiriting men away from the straight and narrow. This guy wasn’t the first to be tempted by the allure of some young beauty. And he won’t be the last.”

“That may be true,” Sarah said, “but it doesn’t make it right. He’s a pedophile who uses his position and power to take advantage of young, naive girls.”

“Fine,” Michael said. “He may be a pedophile and a really sleazy guy, but at least he’s not a Democrat.”

Written for today’s one-word prompt, “dubious.”