Dogs barking across the way. Their howls echo through the housing tract. Its light out now. Normally, their shouts in the night resonate during the hour of the wolves. I feel sorry for those neighboring the raucous kennel. Its not really a kennel. Its more. . .a club of upset canines, voicing some outrage I can't pretend to understand. My guess they are bored and need some space some leg room. From the timbre and resonance, these pups are no chihuahuas. My guess its husky, with strong ties to their wolven brethren. Good lungs with no problem of cardio. Their jam sessions can last a good half hour. Wonder if there have been any public complaints? After a few weeks of this, one would assume "For Sale" signs would be part of the sensible landscape of the front yard. Still no such decor.
Echoes of planes fly overhead. Their passing causes cars and windows tremble. Such is the life in the Antelope Valley. An airport a few miles away. Lockheed, NASA, and Skunkwork are adjacent. Airplane parks sits yards away from the entrances. A few Boeing 747s are parked in the morning. Can't imagine a commute like? No stops at the AM/PM for gas. Just a short jaunt on the company plane and back for soccer practice hundred miles. Aviation is big here. Big skies, open space, and sunny weather 320 day out of the year--Its an ideal place for such an industry. Its large part of the workforce here. A renewed government contract means no layoffs for cities of the AV.
Noise here isn't bad. We got a lot seniors in the area. Hearing loss can be an asset. I rather have the occasional fly by and canine concert than the disgruntled sounds of traffic congestion and gangland shooting in the metro of urban life. We chose to be where we are. We chose to live in the places to call Home.
Another car speeds by. Must be late for something to race by so speedily. Another planes passes overhead. The roars resonates throughout the valley. It lasts a good minute. Sometimes, there is a boom. Car alarms goes off once in awhile. Thankfully, the sonic vibrations are not as frequent as before.
The dulcet tones of high school bell signals, third period is over. Knight high school band will be practicing in a few hours. Right after school is over. The percussive beats will occupy the nearby neighborhood. Luckily, they are good band and their music is pleasant. USC's fight song is their favorite. Hate to think if they sucked. It couldn't be worse than dogs barking, planes booming overhead, and cars racing by.
So headphones on and the weekend begins. Time to beach it and gets some quiet.
