Sunday, May 1, 2011

Bringin da Noise, Bringin da Funk

I have brought the funk with me, in the form of a nasty cold. Took the day off work Friday, felt worse on Saturday. Yet, I mowed my yard that day, because it was the second of two predicted sunny days after the ten day deluge, and before the next one. It needed to be done, but I was weak as a kitten by the time I was done. Now I'm dealing with a very runny nose and periodic coughing spasms. Welcome to my world.

Early last week, when I let the dogs out in the wee hours, I started hearing short urgent yips, not the usual baying. As I got to the back door, I could hear things being knocked over in the shed, and much barking. My dogs catch small animals from time to time, but there is little commotion then. My wife and I went running down into the yard just about the time that Ruby exited the shed, holding a possum by the neck and giving it a shake. We got her to put it down, and hustled the dogs indoors. The possum lay very still, but then that's what possums do. Ruby didn't seem to have gotten any injuries. We went back out to check on the possum, but he(?) was gone. I suppose Dame Edna took care of it. I was hoping for some yummy possum stew.

I was awakened Saturday around noon by my wonderful neighbor revving his truck. It's a monster truck that has a clearance of about three feet, an early 70's vintage Ford pickup. I guess that means it has a carburetor that he was adjusting. If his goal was to make the thing louder, he was doing very well. This went on for at least two hours, gunning the engine over and over. Perhaps he was doing research for a new movie franchise about high-powered parked cars to be called The Still and the Spurious. There oughta be a law, I tell ya.

And with that, I am only minutes away from a big dose of Nyquil and a good night's sleep.

9 comments:

  1. Wide and deep cultural references from deep in redneck country whilst holding down a cold, wow, impressive in some sort of way.

    Nice to read that you are feeling better than usual!

    Caroline xxx

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  2. Well, for most waiting until noon to rev the truck for two hours would be thought of as being considerate! :)

    Hang in there possum! Hope you feel better soon.

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  3. I have to admit, noon seems quite reasonable to me. But then I get up about the time you go to bed. Sorry dear, but most people don't keep your hours.

    Possums love sheds for living in. We've had them over the years. Next time you go in there, watch where you're putting your hands. LOL.

    Well, get well soon, because group is coming fast!!!

    Sylvia

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  4. Let me guess, your neighbour's fitted some loud pipes and not changed the jet to compensate. Extensive twiddling ensues...

    Automotive Fettler 101 should have taught him that doing noisy stuff where the neighbours can hear is a surefire way to lose friends.

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  5. You do live your life with hours that are outside the mainstream. Nevertheless you should not have to live with unnecessary noise pollution.
    I start with the premise that I can do anything I want on my property as long as I keep it on my property and do not inflict what I do on my neighbors. While my dressing is a quiet activity I do not believe it is proper for my neighbors and their children to see an over-sized guy in a dress and heels.
    I have one backyard/sideyard neighbor (a divorced guy with weekend custody of 4 teen age boys) who seems to be regressing into his own childhood complete with a girlfriend 20 years his junior. He is fond of his massive stereo system with the super sized sub-woofer. He has also equipped his yard with out-door speakers. When he listens to music my wife and I feel our internal organs vibrate. Since reason does not seem to work and since I cannot hit a golf ball with my 3-iron I may give into the temptation of using it on my neighbor.
    Pat

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  6. The arrival of the possum could have been an omen. Perhaps you should have considered dressing as your best Dame Edna complete with glasses and strolling over to the monster truck guys, asking if the little possums would mine keeping it down a bit, as you were expecting a visit from Her Majesty that very afternoon.

    Now I would have paid good money to see that! LOL

    Peace, Tina

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  7. Tina, dear, I will not be sporting any blue or purple hair for at least twenty years yet, possums or not.

    And how dare the rest of you suggest that sleeping till noon is less than typical! Humph!

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  8. ... The Still and the Spurious... I must say that you thrive in adverse conditions and that the light touch of the muse seems to be back upon you.

    Get well soon. So sorry about all the wet. Water is relentless, yes?

    xo - Petra

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