Tuesday, September 8

Street sounds that I love hearing in our apartment:

1. The metal gates being raised and lowered by each of the businesses on the street. I've never lived on a mostly commercial street before and there's a great rhythm to the comings and goings of the people who work on this street, versus the people who live here.
2. The "gu-gu-gu-guh" sound the bus makes when it's shifting gears.
3. The whistle of the man who comes to feed the cats across the street everyday at 7pm. I'm a bit obsessed with those kitties.
4. The shake of dogs' collars outside and Winnie's attempts to communicate with these dogs without actually barking (which she knows she's not supposed to do). She ends up opting for low grunts and a grumbling Scooby Doo-esque "haru... haroo".
5. Laughter and salsa music in one of the backyards next door that we can see from our kitchen windows. These people seem to have a dinner party nearly every night with great music, great smelling food, and what I imagine, judging by their laughs and taste in music, to be a sophisticated yet fun-loving group of friends.

And two sounds that I hate to hear:
1. Honking, especially on weekend mornings
2. Rap (and the now ubiquitous Michael Jackson) blaring from cars that seem to be waiting on the stoplight FOR EVER. I think there's a special clause in Murphy's Law that dictates that the louder and more obnoxious the music coming out of a car, the longer that car will end up being stuck in front of your house waiting on a stoplight.