Today, I wax lyric about sounds.
My brother and I were discussing how, even here in idyllic Ancestral Village, one can hear, ever so slightly, in the distance, the whooshing of I-70. But it is so subtle and far away, that it's a very soothing sound.
Unlike Moscow's Garden Ring which is only a tinch quieter than the runway at O'Hare. I try to tell myself it sounds like the ocean, but I'm lying and I know it.
Here at the Summer Dacha we continue to be entertained by the Hawk Family. Last night there was a great commotion on the front lawn. We all ran to the door to see if Young Hawk had got himself a squirrel, but it seemed it was just Young Hawk strolling around on the grass. Still. It was pretty cool. L-Ro says they are "sharp-shinned hawks."
Less pleasant is the sparrows who sit outside my open bedroom window at the ass-crack of dawn going chip-chip-chip-chip-chip-chip-chip-chip-chip until I want to put a gun in my mouth. This is not the charming chip-chip of the State Bird.
And the neighbor. This is the Odd Guy who lives just south of the dacha, not Troy-the-Neighbor (who, in a heart-breaking act of neighbor-ly betrayal, has purchased a house . . . wait for it . . . a few streets north). Yes, today is a workday, but who in their right mind fires up their lawn mower at 7:23 in the morning? Given that it is 21C, it's not like he's trying to avoid the heat of the day. It has been suggested that I invest in a super-soaker.
Final thoughts on lovely summer sounds: the roar of the crowd. America's Pastime. I had a Teachable Moment last night trying to explain baseball to my kids. Have you ever tried explaining baseball to, say, a foreigner who has never watched or played the game? Not so easy. I especially like trying to explain a "no hitter" or the idea that when baseball is being played at an exceptionally high level, it is really exciting when it appears absolutely nothing is happening.
Not sound-related, but worth noting: the New-2-U shop at Main and Montrose has just put up a sign announcing the Summer Clearance Sale. I think the proper name for the place is Judy's. It is all very upscale and fun stuff, and even when she's not having a sale, prices are extremely reasonable. Last summer I scored a nice Michael Kors blouse for something like $6. Last week I bought a Kate Spade purse for $10. Maybe it's a fake Kate Spade, but $10 is what purses should cost. If you're in the area, go check it out. Closed Sundays and Mondays.
In closing, as the theme song for SpongeBob wafts through the dacha, I solicit your opinions. Is it wrong to use my Ped Egg as a zester?
"Aye, aye, Captain!"