If you’re a regular reader of this blog – and really why would you not be? – you know that recently the trees next to my house were demolished as they gear up to start construction.
As my job involves either talking with clients on the phone or chewing the end of my pen writing such excellent missives as this, I need peace and quiet.
As it happens, I have stupidly good hearing and I think this makes me strangely sensitive to sound. But possibly not in the way you might imagine: I don’t listen to music very much as I like the sounds of the environment around me.
Until recently that was bird song and the cry of eagles – ok, so the cry of red kite, but that’s not quite as romantic an image, so work with me here – I’d hear the rain in the trees and also the incredibly annoying shriek of the squirrels.
Incidentally, if you’ve never heard an Indian squirrel, might I strongly recommend you take a moment to digest what it’s like. This little video clip doesn’t do justice to volume from such a tiny creature.
Only today, I had incredible difficulty talking to a client over the persistent car alarm shriek of the 6 inch squirrel next to my window. Small they may be, screamingly loud they most definitely are.
Anyway, wildlife sounds were mostly what abounded here at Rethink Central. Perhaps the occasional fighter jet going over to the military airport or the trample of teenagers running up and down the stairs – sounds I might add of equal loudness to each other.
And of course there was a definite regular background of crows. You can never get away from crows in this country. And of an evening you’d get the sounds of wild dog packs roaming the streets and recently there’s been the nightly drumming from the nearby tempe for Lord Ganesha’s birthday. India is not exactly quiet at the best of times.
But even with all that going on, I couldn’t really hear too much traffic – perhaps the occasional school bus in the mornings, beeping as it went up the quiet lane to the main road.
However, now that we’re in a post trees next door world, I can not only hear more traffic from the nearby road, and the sound of the other nearby building sites – but I’m treated to the continual background hum from the main road, something I’d never heard a peep from before.
For an aurally sensitive sort such as myself – this is not such a fun thing. Again of course, this is all part of why I must move.
I was going to talk about that this week – but it’s all still so upsetting, that I found even beginning this post was tricky. Which is why I’m a bit later than usual, do forgive me.
Next week, next week I’ll talk about where I’m going to move to and how it’s all going to work in a post-tree world.
Well you know, in my personal post tree world. Patently, there are trees everywhere still. Just not the ones I loved quite so much.
And please don’t think I’m completely prostrate by this whole thing – it’s sad, but one soldiers on.
I’ve been consoling myself by doing all the baking for our next cake book. Nothing like a great deal of cake to make you feel a bit better about life, eh?
This somewhat rambling post is one of a series dealing with the building work that’s started next door. Why not find out what I’m actually on about by checking those out here:
And do please let me know your thoughts in the comments below. Does sound particularly affect you, or can you sail through it? Am I being particularly limp? Thoughts in the comments please