It’s Not Always a Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood


The "zenish" view from my chair

This may seem trivial to some.  I do feel very lucky to have a yard like we do.  Today was a gorgeous day, and I was determined to sit outside.  The neighbor across the way was busy sawing something, so I tucked earplugs into my ear. 

As I settled in, I began smelling the smoke from backyard burning, or so I thought.  But I think it was just the aforementioned neighbor utilizing his burning barrel because the permeating smoke only lasted about ten minutes.  Thank goodness for some small favors.

Eventually, the sawing subsided and I gratefully removed my earplugs.  The outdoor sounds of birds chirping and a nearby bumblebee buzzing as he flit around the azalea bush were welcomed notes in my ears.  This was blissful and exactly what the doctors ordered – that I find a zen spot and watch birds to curtail migraines.

Clank! Curse words! Yelling!  There went my serenity as this neighbor threw a metal tool down on his cement floor and yelled about some project gone awry.  This has been going on for as long as we’ve lived here (24 years and counting).  The silver lining in the clouds was that their little dog hadn’t been out yapping non-stop.  I don’t blame the dog as much as I do the owners.  I feel sorry for the dog.  She should be able to enjoy the outdoors without feeling so anxious.  I don’t think the poor thing has ever been outside without barking her head off for the majority of the time she’s out there.

I love when I can have a day outside where it’s quiet, but that’s rare.  This neighbor often works from his shop during the week and big trucks deliver products while he buzzes back and forth in his forklift.  What can I do?  It is what it is.  It’s just ironic to expect to find zen in a noisy neighbor world. 

Cue the lawnmowers and weed whackers!

About andreamarjulie

Just trying to navigate a life circumvented by chronic migraines. Sometimes I write about managing with those, but at other times I am prone to deviate a bit.
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