I woke up really early on Sunday morning and decided to do some yard work at first light.
I tried really, really, really hard to be quiet so I wouldn’t wake the neighbors.
So, of course, it made sense that today of all days I knocked over the wall of rakes and shovels and equipment that we keep in the metal garden shed.
It made a resounding crash noise.
Over and over and over again, as each item fell.
Darn it!
Then I stabbed myself in the ribs on a wayward tree branch.
The stabbing didn’t make any noise at all, but my curse word sure did!
“Son of a $%*(@AX#IO!”
Then a train went by.
This was the loudest train I have ever heard.
It was squeaking and screeching and squawking and sounded like it could use a railroad-sized spray of WD40.
Blue did not like that noise and started howling.
So yeah, I made a huge racket very early on a Sunday morning.
And it was all for nothing because it quickly became way too windy to do any yard work anyway.
The next time I get the urge to do early morning chores, I’ll just pour myself another cup of coffee and read a book.
It’s quieter that way.
Liz Brenner
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