
As I sit in my bedroom letting my hair dry after washing it.. I am distracted from my thoughts by a series of noises. It is Monday afternoon, a typical day at my apartment building... My room is on the courtyard (ala Melrose Place, some people say when they see the building) The "valley" in Valley Village refers to the San Fernando Valley of Los Angeles. Valley Village is in between upscale Studio City and downscale North Hollywood, which is on the verge of gentrification. Noho,the Arts District, is the new nickname for North Hollywood.
My 2 cats are stretched out in the sun on the bed, soaking up the late afternoon warmth on this cool California day. Spoiled California cats.
As I try to sit and write this is the series of sounds I hear, some louder, some softer, with perhaps 2-20 seconds breaks in between sounds...
Kids talking in the courtyard
Truck beeping LOUDLY as it backs up
Helicopter overhead passes by
Airplane.. slowly fades into the distance
Someone putiing the key into a lock and opening a door
Airplane
kids
Someone honking a car horn 10 times
a voice
a knock
dog barking
small distant plane
guys talking in Spanish
The kids are quiet now.. must have gone inside..
10 seconds of quiet
helicopter close- rattling things in the room
Oh- it is Monday, time for the leaf blower guy...wave the white flag, give up any thought of quiet...
Time to shut the windows and give up listening for now.
I make some noise clacking the keyboard...
And on and on the sounds continue...a basketball bouncing, the sound of T.V.s and conversations through the walls...
Is it any wonder that I go to the beach where I can hear the soothing sound of waves?
Thank God-the ice cream truck did not come down the block today, with it's ear piercing nursery rhyme musak.
Attention to anything just creates more of it. When Kevin comes home, he can plug in his electric guitar or play his electric piano...usually he goes through the headphones, but not always. We make noise, too. Welcome to the neighborhood.