Today Vince and I were talking about the things we get used to and the things that make us stop and take notice. Both of us, almost all our lives lived in neighborhoods where it was not unusual to hear people talking.
This afternoon I walked out to go water in the greenhouse and I heard voices. I stopped . . like instantly . . and listened. Vince had left his radio on in the shop.
We live very close to a large Air Force base and it’s nothing for planes/jets to fly over and rattle our windows. The National Guard is right behind us and sometimes, there are very intense practices going on out there.
We’re used to it and don’t even notice. A couple of years ago when we were having the a/c replaced, guys from out of town were on our roof and the shooting started behind us and I thought those guys were going to jump off the roof. Both said that in a split second, they were thinking about the quickest escape route.
Put me in town with cars and sirens and stereos and barking dogs and I’m definitely out of my comfort zone.
Almost everyone out here around us has cows. One neighbor has a bunch of old rescue donkeys so we hear cows mooing and donkeys braying all the time. My neighbors hear roosters crowing! 🙂
I guess we all get used to whatever is commonplace around us. Being used to bombers flying over our house and machine guns back behind the woods . . I never thought those would be sounds that thought were normal.