Friday, October 23, 2015
Whoa! It's been a while since I visited here. In the meantime, I've figured out a few of those noises in post 5021. The microwave sounding beeps are probably people with remote keys locking and unlocking cars. That explains the "bip bip" ones, but doesn't fully explain the "bip bip-bip-bip bip" ones.
The loud crash during the night was the curtains and rod falling in the master bedroom, a closed room I seldom enter. The curtains in that room are on a pressure rod that fits inside the frame, so I guess some temperature differential caused it to no longer hold. I've had problems with those curtains before. The second bedroom, where I sleep, has the same curtains on the same type of rod, but they've never fallen. (I don't sleep in the master bedroom because that room is cold and drafty.)
I haven't been to the country house in a long time, and that's starting to gnaw at me. The packed overnight bag has been in the trunk of the car for so long that I'll have to bring it back in and replace the light short sleeved things with heavier long sleeved stuff. It seems like every time I plan to go, something happens to stop me. This week I was absolutely determined to go, and then on Wednesday Ex#2 collapsed and was taken by ambulance to the ER, so Daughter ran off to south Jersey, and I had the Nugget.
Apparently he has some kind of blood infection, whatever that means. They have him on antibiotics. He wants to leave the hospital. He's not entirely reasonable.
I really don't understand how that man is still alive. I hear that he falls down all the time, but refuses to use his walker. His diabetes is out of control. His feet are so swollen they are like rockers, but he won't eat anything but ice cream. He lives in an efficiency apartment attached to the big farmhouse (which he owns) where his sister, her divorced son and divorced daughter, her divorced daughter's ex-husband, and one or two of her grand children all live, and they are being driven crazy by him. He's incontinent both ways, but refuses to wear diapers, is incapable of cleaning himself up, refuses to bathe, and refuses to have a daily health care worker in to assist. An assisted living facility is absolutely out of the question. He even refuses physical therapy. And yet he declares he intends to live forever.
Daughter asked for and got a psych evaluation in the hospital so somebody else can make decisions for him, but they haven't heard the results yet. I warned her that even the most out-of-it people can somehow pull it all together and sound perfectly reasonable for the few minutes that takes -- we went through that with Jay's father -- so we can't count on that. But Daughter and the sister did at least get him to agree to a home care aide while the rest of the family are at work or school, so that's something. Daughter doesn't have very high hopes for that because he gets mad and yells at anyone who tries to get him to do anything he doesn't want to do, and she's afraid they'll just quit, but I told her that these aides are used to working with people like that and will know how to handle him. I hope I'm right.
So, a lot of my schedule is up in the air. Being available to Daughter is always a higher priority than the country house.
So.
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Friday, October 23, 2015
Saturday, October 10, 2015
5021 Noises in the night
Saturday, October 10, 2015
This house has strange noises at night. Noises that I don't hear during the day. It's not that I don't hear them in daytime because of the radio or TV being on, because I don't have anything on during the day. Conditions are pretty much the same. Except it's nighttime, and dark.
One is the sound of microwave buttons. Know that beep beep when you set the timer? All through the night I hear occasional sets of three or four beeps, exactly as if someone is setting a microwave. I don't know where it's coming from.
I hear the siding contracting as it cools off, but I recognize that. I hear the ductwork expanding as it heats up, and I recognize that. I hear the click as the furnace goes on and off. But I also hear solid clicks, and bumps, and creaks that I can't identify.
Last night there was a loud crash, definitely inside the house, downstairs, as if a stack of books fell off a shelf. Jasper was sleeping on the bed by my feet, so it wasn't him, and, oddly, he didn't react to it. I checked around this morning and don't see anything that would explain it.
If the house were bigger and with mystery rooms or a basement or empty closets, I'd think maybe I have someone else living here who comes out only at night. You hear about that once in a while. But there's no spot anywhere here where a person could hide, especially not downstairs.
I'm beginning to think I have a ghost.
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This house has strange noises at night. Noises that I don't hear during the day. It's not that I don't hear them in daytime because of the radio or TV being on, because I don't have anything on during the day. Conditions are pretty much the same. Except it's nighttime, and dark.
One is the sound of microwave buttons. Know that beep beep when you set the timer? All through the night I hear occasional sets of three or four beeps, exactly as if someone is setting a microwave. I don't know where it's coming from.
I hear the siding contracting as it cools off, but I recognize that. I hear the ductwork expanding as it heats up, and I recognize that. I hear the click as the furnace goes on and off. But I also hear solid clicks, and bumps, and creaks that I can't identify.
Last night there was a loud crash, definitely inside the house, downstairs, as if a stack of books fell off a shelf. Jasper was sleeping on the bed by my feet, so it wasn't him, and, oddly, he didn't react to it. I checked around this morning and don't see anything that would explain it.
If the house were bigger and with mystery rooms or a basement or empty closets, I'd think maybe I have someone else living here who comes out only at night. You hear about that once in a while. But there's no spot anywhere here where a person could hide, especially not downstairs.
I'm beginning to think I have a ghost.
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Sunday, December 02, 2012
3675 Hibernating and noise
Sunday, December 2, 2012
I'm turning into a hermit.
I go nowhere and do nothing. I see Daughter and the Nugget almost every day, and say hello to neighbors on either side, and I go to stores, post office, and bank as necessary. There are occasional visits with The Man. Other than that, nothing.
Every day is like the day before. Nothing gets done, and I'm surprised at how fast the weeks and months are passing.
I joined a bunch of Meetup groups, but nothing they plan interests me. I get the monthly local Mensa group's newsletter and calendar, but find nothing interesting. None of it seems worth the effort of getting there, wherever "there" is. I have not found the people interesting. In fact, I find them annoying. I'm not going to fight traffic just to be annoyed.
I don't think I'm depressed, because the Nugget and I have fun, and I enjoy my reading. I enjoy the changing scenery and the beasties that visit my yard. There are no negative feelings or thoughts.
My legs seem to get tired a lot. I can still walk decent distances without difficulty - it's the getting started that just doesn't happen. My legs say, "Nah, let's just sit here."
Or maybe it's the cold. My bones are cold. I hate winter. I long for warm breezes.
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It's noisier at the city house than at the country house. Leaf blowers, traffic,sirens, parties, firecrackers, kids, dogs, airplanes, all that. Even the birds and squirrels are noisier.
It's so quiet at the country house that I can hear the trains passing five miles away, beyond two ridges and tucked into the river valley. The house is on the helicopter path between Albany and NYC, and they tend to fly very low and shake the glasses in the cupboards, but that's maybe twice or thrice a month unless something's going on. Bird sound is mostly crows and raptors calling, and somehow that's a pleasant sound. The little birds sing, but not so loudly, and they prefer the woods and farm fields to yards around houses. Tree frogs and katydids, crickets and whippoorwills. Turkeys. Chipmunks singing. No sound is constant. They all have their times, their seasons. Those sounds are so much more relaxing than constant sirens, leaf blowers, traffic, and loud music.
The noise here is tiring. It's aging me. Wearing me down.
This morning being Sunday, I realized there's a sound at the country house that I miss at the city house.
Church bells.
Aren't there any churches with bells around here?
At the country house I used to drive into Rhinebeck occasionally to hear the noon carillon at the Episcopal church in town. Beautiful. I doubt that there's anything like that around here.
I don't have a bucket list, but if I did, I'd put visiting famous carillons on it - real bells - and I'd love to hear changes rung from an old country church somewhere in the British Isles, 6 to 10 bells so I can follow the pattern.
This is 10 bells at Cambridge -
[http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&v=Bix3S52VHsE&feature=endscreen]
This is 12 bells at Liverpool -
[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pugRM2Nsnyo]
This is a guy learning to ring, "It's harder than it looks". It also explains how the bells are rung from a balanced "upside down" position. That makes it possible to control the timing.
[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4IJGSdn6KNk]
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Experience is the thing you have left when everything else is gone.
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I'm turning into a hermit.
I go nowhere and do nothing. I see Daughter and the Nugget almost every day, and say hello to neighbors on either side, and I go to stores, post office, and bank as necessary. There are occasional visits with The Man. Other than that, nothing.
Every day is like the day before. Nothing gets done, and I'm surprised at how fast the weeks and months are passing.
I joined a bunch of Meetup groups, but nothing they plan interests me. I get the monthly local Mensa group's newsletter and calendar, but find nothing interesting. None of it seems worth the effort of getting there, wherever "there" is. I have not found the people interesting. In fact, I find them annoying. I'm not going to fight traffic just to be annoyed.
I don't think I'm depressed, because the Nugget and I have fun, and I enjoy my reading. I enjoy the changing scenery and the beasties that visit my yard. There are no negative feelings or thoughts.
My legs seem to get tired a lot. I can still walk decent distances without difficulty - it's the getting started that just doesn't happen. My legs say, "Nah, let's just sit here."
Or maybe it's the cold. My bones are cold. I hate winter. I long for warm breezes.
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It's noisier at the city house than at the country house. Leaf blowers, traffic,sirens, parties, firecrackers, kids, dogs, airplanes, all that. Even the birds and squirrels are noisier.
It's so quiet at the country house that I can hear the trains passing five miles away, beyond two ridges and tucked into the river valley. The house is on the helicopter path between Albany and NYC, and they tend to fly very low and shake the glasses in the cupboards, but that's maybe twice or thrice a month unless something's going on. Bird sound is mostly crows and raptors calling, and somehow that's a pleasant sound. The little birds sing, but not so loudly, and they prefer the woods and farm fields to yards around houses. Tree frogs and katydids, crickets and whippoorwills. Turkeys. Chipmunks singing. No sound is constant. They all have their times, their seasons. Those sounds are so much more relaxing than constant sirens, leaf blowers, traffic, and loud music.
The noise here is tiring. It's aging me. Wearing me down.
This morning being Sunday, I realized there's a sound at the country house that I miss at the city house.
Church bells.
Aren't there any churches with bells around here?
At the country house I used to drive into Rhinebeck occasionally to hear the noon carillon at the Episcopal church in town. Beautiful. I doubt that there's anything like that around here.
I don't have a bucket list, but if I did, I'd put visiting famous carillons on it - real bells - and I'd love to hear changes rung from an old country church somewhere in the British Isles, 6 to 10 bells so I can follow the pattern.
This is 10 bells at Cambridge -
[http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&v=Bix3S52VHsE&feature=endscreen]
This is 12 bells at Liverpool -
[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pugRM2Nsnyo]
This is a guy learning to ring, "It's harder than it looks". It also explains how the bells are rung from a balanced "upside down" position. That makes it possible to control the timing.
[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4IJGSdn6KNk]
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Saturday, August 18, 2012
3599 Killing frenzy starting, in 3, 2, 1...
Saturday, August 18, 2012
I'm going slightly crazy. Somebody somewhere on the street behind is playing music (I think that's what it's supposed to be) and my kitchen has been filled with boompah boompah boom boom thump boompah boom pause boompah thump thump, repeat, for over three hours now. I can hear nothing but bass. It's maddening. I'm ready to kill someone.
Turning on my own noise doesn't help. The boompah thump boom reverberates in my chest no matter what else I'm hearing, like when the bass drum passes you on the street during a parade.
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You can tell you've made God into your own image
when He hates the same people you do.
when He hates the same people you do.
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I'm going slightly crazy. Somebody somewhere on the street behind is playing music (I think that's what it's supposed to be) and my kitchen has been filled with boompah boompah boom boom thump boompah boom pause boompah thump thump, repeat, for over three hours now. I can hear nothing but bass. It's maddening. I'm ready to kill someone.
Turning on my own noise doesn't help. The boompah thump boom reverberates in my chest no matter what else I'm hearing, like when the bass drum passes you on the street during a parade.
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Sunday, June 10, 2012
3544 Noises
Sunday, June 10, 2012
There's still that sound coming from somewhere across the street. Like high-pitched tree frogs with a mechanical undertone. It drives me crazy. Daughter and Hercules can hear it on my porch and in my front rooms. They don't hear it in their house. Nobody knows where it's coming from. It's random, several hours a day, sometimes early, sometimes late. A compressor? A pump? The source seems to be impossible to pinpoint.
I mentioned that the people directly across the street got a dog, Christmas of 2010, one of those tiny silky dogs that people like to put topknot bows on. The girl there walked it a little at first, but quickly lost interest. The man comes home from work and sometimes I hear him yell, "Put her in her cage!' I think the poor little thing spends most of her life in a cage. Two or three times a day they put her out the front door on a chain, and then seem to forget her. She quickly does her duty, and then sits in front of the door and whines for half an hour, 45 minutes, yesterday afternoon it was an hour.
You know, I could stand a little barking, but that high-pitched "YEE yee yee, YEE yee yee, YEE yee yee" (keep saying that for a half hour) is driving me crazy. How can they not hear her and let her in?
I miss the silence of the country house.
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"Where ignorance is our master, there is no possibility of real peace"
~Dalai Lama~
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There's still that sound coming from somewhere across the street. Like high-pitched tree frogs with a mechanical undertone. It drives me crazy. Daughter and Hercules can hear it on my porch and in my front rooms. They don't hear it in their house. Nobody knows where it's coming from. It's random, several hours a day, sometimes early, sometimes late. A compressor? A pump? The source seems to be impossible to pinpoint.
I mentioned that the people directly across the street got a dog, Christmas of 2010, one of those tiny silky dogs that people like to put topknot bows on. The girl there walked it a little at first, but quickly lost interest. The man comes home from work and sometimes I hear him yell, "Put her in her cage!' I think the poor little thing spends most of her life in a cage. Two or three times a day they put her out the front door on a chain, and then seem to forget her. She quickly does her duty, and then sits in front of the door and whines for half an hour, 45 minutes, yesterday afternoon it was an hour.
You know, I could stand a little barking, but that high-pitched "YEE yee yee, YEE yee yee, YEE yee yee" (keep saying that for a half hour) is driving me crazy. How can they not hear her and let her in?
I miss the silence of the country house.
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