Boy, is it loud!
If our home was featured on a sitcom, it’d be one of those scenes where you’d see a quiet cul-de-sac with maybe an occasional kid on a skateboard rolling by.
Well, we do have the cul-de-sac, but if your neighborhood is anything like mine, it’s quieter at Grand Central Station.
It didn’t use to be this way. In fact, when I was growing up, I can’t recall much of anything happening during the day. I’m sure UPS was around, but I can rarely recall trucks coming through because getting a delivery was rare. Of course, back then, there was no internet, so getting a package was reserved for Christmas.
Now I see the UPS or FedEx guy buzzing around the neighborhood nearly every day.
Also back then people raked leaves. And even then, maybe once a year. Now, we get these jet engine leaf blowers, and with lot sizes exponentially bigger than they were 50 years ago, every home seems to require at least 200 hours of leaf blowing. And leaf blowing noise.
Fortunately, the leaf blowing does subside…only to give way to the near-constant lawn cutting…and the subsequent leaf blower army enlisted to “clean up” any stray bits of grass!
Finally, either things break down more often, or we just all own more things that potentially break down. Whatever the reason, there is a steady stream of carpenters, plumbers, roof fixers, painters, landscape guys, and pool service people forming a congo line from sunup to sundown. The noise never stops.
I know this is an old guy thing, but more and more I appreciate quiet and solitude. Ward Cleaver really did have a good thing going.