...before I had to work from home due to COVID-19.
Talking about this with
scrottie, who has had to suffer through working from home here for so long, he said, "Yeah, it's kind of as if there's just one lawnmower, and all of the neighbors take turns borrowing it."*
I'm sure the weather is a contributing factor, plus this being high season for turnover among the area rental properties.
For several days, the small brick apartment complex next door has been getting spruiced up by a maintenance person who liked to smoke his cigarette on the rear balcony and talk in a loud voice - possibly to no one in particular. The two hours of using the shop vac on the rear stairs on Saturday did not calm my nerves, either.
A maintenance crew working on a house across the street spent several hours using a chainsaw on the bushes out front.
And a tree removal crew came in to take care of a tree in the planting strip out in front of the church one block over.
Yes, I have put on the headphones to play the white noise generator again.
I miss my office. My office is actually mostly blissfully quiet over the summer. Very few cases of train underpass construction with the trucks backing up. Nobody wielding hammer drills one floor down, 'cause I'm on thebasement garden level.
At these times I inevitably think of my father and his complaints, as he lay at home, dying, about all of the neighbors and all of their leaf blowers. He became increasingly noise-sensitive as the cancer progressed, and I have to say that leaf blowers already sound terrible even to those who are not especially noise-sensitive.
With that, back to trying to gather up the shards of my concentration once again, to think, perchance to write. (academically speaking)
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*His main comment about the noise at home is about how New Yorkers engage in excessive use of their car horns. He also has a front-row seat to endless traffic violations that he can observe from his office window at the traffic light on the corner.
Talking about this with
I'm sure the weather is a contributing factor, plus this being high season for turnover among the area rental properties.
For several days, the small brick apartment complex next door has been getting spruiced up by a maintenance person who liked to smoke his cigarette on the rear balcony and talk in a loud voice - possibly to no one in particular. The two hours of using the shop vac on the rear stairs on Saturday did not calm my nerves, either.
A maintenance crew working on a house across the street spent several hours using a chainsaw on the bushes out front.
And a tree removal crew came in to take care of a tree in the planting strip out in front of the church one block over.
Yes, I have put on the headphones to play the white noise generator again.
I miss my office. My office is actually mostly blissfully quiet over the summer. Very few cases of train underpass construction with the trucks backing up. Nobody wielding hammer drills one floor down, 'cause I'm on the
At these times I inevitably think of my father and his complaints, as he lay at home, dying, about all of the neighbors and all of their leaf blowers. He became increasingly noise-sensitive as the cancer progressed, and I have to say that leaf blowers already sound terrible even to those who are not especially noise-sensitive.
With that, back to trying to gather up the shards of my concentration once again, to think, perchance to write. (academically speaking)
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*His main comment about the noise at home is about how New Yorkers engage in excessive use of their car horns. He also has a front-row seat to endless traffic violations that he can observe from his office window at the traffic light on the corner.
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Date: 2020-06-15 09:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-06-16 01:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-06-16 02:03 pm (UTC)But people buy and use them because they're part of a masculine "yardwork" culture, and successfully marketed as such.
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Date: 2020-06-16 03:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-06-16 02:03 pm (UTC)