I’ve decided I’m not going to apologize for infrequency of postings when I don’t have any readers. When I have readers, I’ll worry about it!
I haven’t posted much recently, because I don’t want a blog to be just an outlet for angst and frustration and negativity (that’s what a diary’s for), and I have had a lot of the above in the last few weeks. Instead, I picked out a random happy topic – we’ll see where it takes me!
My Favorite Sounds
- The “mrrrrp” sound Erida (one of my cats) makes when I call her name.
- The sound of traffic passing by on the highway – other people hate this noise, and I don’t get it. It restoreth my soul. It reminds me of traveling at night in the car, something I will always love. On the rare occasions I work overnights, I will step outside for a little while so I can listen to it and let it soothe me (and, trust me, if I’m having to work nights for someone, I’m in need of a little soothing!).
- The “taptaptaptap” noise my dog’s toenails make against my floors, as she follows me everywhere, because heaven forbid I leave a room without her!
- The Doctor Who theme ringtone on my BlackBerry. I miss my BlackBerry so hard – I had to quit using it because I couldn’t hold a signal inside my very old brick-and-plaster house, which meant I had to carry on all conversations of more than two minutes in duration in the front yard. If anyone knows of a killer app to improve radio strength, that would be awesome.
- A good thunderstorm.
- The dryer, especially when it has something with heavy buttons a-tumblin’ inside.
- The theme music to Super Mario Brothers, original version (also a ringtone on my BlackBerry)
- The hollow needle-in-groove background noise when playing records.
- The soft “click-click” sound my stove burners make – it sounds like cooking, which I think I’ve established is one of my favorite pastimes.
- The unmistakable sound of a wooden bat meeting a pitched baseball, the collective intake of breath while the crowd waits to see where it goes, and the ensuing cheers, groans, and/or claps. Come on spring!
- Bagpipes. Fife and drum corps. Cannons. Black powder rifles. Yep, I was raised by historic re-enactors. (Remind me sometime to tell you the story of the time I, a nice agnosti-Jew, saw the face of Jesus in the clouds at a French & Indian War encampment. It’s high-larious!)
- Dialects from other places, like southern Louisiana, or Scotland (I had guests from both places check out today, and I could have listened to them all day).
- Neil Diamond. Yeah, it’s a little disturbing how deep and unholy my love for him is.
- My friend J shouting “P Squared!!!!!” at the top of his voice whenever Patrick Paterson (of the now-out-of-the-tournament Kentucky Wildcats) makes a basket. I don’t think I should tell him this, though, as it would only encourage him to greater heights of loudness!
- The nice, solid sound the doors on my 1962 Buick LeSabre made when they closed. I don’t get to hear this sound any more, as the car was a money pit and I sold it to some wannabe gangsta who had visions of hoopties (is that how you spell it?) dancing in his head.
- Passionate music – give me Tchakovsky, Beethoven, Wagner, Mahler, Berlioz. Just don’t give me chamber music. Down with Debussy!
- Trains. Train whistles, clattery train wheels, train crossing bells. Trains.
And, because this place is a little (a lot) text-heavy, I thought I’d close with some pictures, but they’re enormous and have to be resized, so I’ll throw some pictures in here tomorrow.
*I have no idea!