Weird.
I just came inside from my morning ritual of coffee and a smoke. There is a lawn chair sitting out front The Wifely Unit put there for the purpose and as I was getting through checking my email and putting out my smoke I noticed that it was so quiet that the only things I could hear was the tinnitus screaming in my left ear and some kind of small transformer humming somewhere in the house nearby.
I had to strain to hear the traffic on the freeway a couple of miles away.
Other than that, dead quiet.
That just doesn’t happen here in the Burbs, there is almost always traffic noise at the very least.
It makes me miss living out in the pucker brush something fierce.
I may have mentioned once or twice that I really hate living in the city.
That is one reason why.
Now that I am old, its quiet for me until someone speaks and I cant hear them. For more peace and quiet, turn off your hearing aid
git back out to the pucker brush, I’m here and its great!
Maybe it’s the quiet before the outflow winds on the way?
Bundle up.
I like living out in the sticks. Only negative is the drive to get “something”, but hey, I’ll take it any day!
Oh, I hear that one. For almost thirty years, we had to run a fan in the bedroom to block the noise of the freeway a quarter mile away. Now here in our new home in the Oregon Outback, if it’s warm enough to open a bedroom window, all we hear is crickets, frogs, and the occasional coyote chorus singing at night.
I too have a raging case of tinnitus, but I have to say, the hearing aids make it easy to ignore. I’m still offended at the ungodly price of the things, but they amazed me with how much I’d been missing. All that rock-n-roll and screaming machine noise in my past catching up to me. And, they are the best bluetooth headset for my phone that I’ve ever had. I can answer a call, drop the phone in my pocket, and just look like an idiot talking to the wind.
Greg thay type of stuff is music to my ears.
” … pucker brush …”. That’s new to me. I live in “the sticks” or “the boondocks”. I know what you mean about the strange quiet. When we first moved out here, we felt like something was missing, but couldn’t quite put our finger on what it was. Then we realized, it was absolutely silent. No thump-ka-thump music, no ice cream truck bell, no dogs barking from every direction, no road noise. That was great for a while, then we got a flock of guineas. Those things are noisy, and most of the time it is for no reason at all.
They make a great alarm system and no monitor so it makes it easier to follow the SSS.
It’s been over 20 years since I lived within city limits, & even then, it was a small town. I’m never living in city limits again.
Phil, what the hell made you want to do such a thing?
Maybe THAT’s why I like being a Camp Host so much – away from City Noise, and once the camp critters settle down (usually after midnight. Darn Kids) all you can hear is the crickets and occasional pheasant in the morning. No coyotes but deer moving around. No traffic, no thumpa-thumpa except for the Party House down the hill, and unless it’s cold we don’t get it carried uphill to us.
Then the Camp closes in September and I have to go back to Surburbia.
I come home from work around 5 AM.
Occasionally I will get out of the pickup and notice that it is dead quiet.
My house is located near Interstates, rails, and an airport, so generally there is always the noise of traffic, a locomotive horn, or an aircraft, but some mornings I can get from the vehicle to the house without hearing any of them.
I cherish those moments.