Am I getting old? Noise bothers me. Not the happy noise of children playing happily, or my brother pounding out a tune on the piano.
I'm talking about the subwoofer on our speakers that must be up full blast. It's some fancy sound bar and some extra speakers or whatever I bought for my husband for Christmas one year upon the recommendation of one of his friends. I'm sorry I bought it.
No matter what the kids are watching, or how much I say to turn it down, it's just too dang loud. So loud my insides rattle.
There's always a roller coaster of a musical score in these stupid movies.
Needless to say, when I do get my chance once a month to watch a movie, it's almost silent with the subtitles on. Can't stand loud noise and roller coaster music.
You'll never see me at a movie theater except under compulsion and with the ear muffs we use at the gun range. Movie theaters give me massive headaches, both from sight and sound.
Quiet and calm, a walk around our neighborhood, sitting on my deck, snuggling with my kids... that's more my speed.
One sound I enjoy hearing, and I heard it last night and into this morning, is a moderate thunderstorm and rain shower while we're all safe and dry. The sound of it is comforting, especially at night.
Other sounds of the day:
The chirp of a cardinal. Such a happy bird.
My kids saying they love me.
The coffee percolator. I love this sound.
The wind rushing through the open windows of the car as I drove to the next town today.
The purring of my sewing machine. A few unsavory words when something didn't work right.
The air conditioner kicking on.
Clump, clump, creak, creak. My family walking around the house.
The chiming of the clock.
The greeting of a friend.
"Ding!" Someone checking in by text.
The crunch of gravel beneath car tires.
The door chimes of the shop I was in today.
The voices of loved ones in person and on the phone.
The sound of all the utilities at our house running as they should.
The chink of coins falling into the coin jar.
I take so many things for granted, and I get growly when the subwoofer is grating on my ears (and teeth and chest and veins and skin and hair), but I don't ever want to take for granted the gift of hearing.