And the rain came pouring down again yesterday evening. Out of the bright sunshine came puffy bulbous clouds and then the downpour.
I have learned lately that looking at the weather report online is not very accurate. It can say no rain, but Mother Nature begs to differ. And yet again she did just that.
Of course I had already thoroughly watered the patio garden. Twice in fact. Because the plants were drooping and dry. And because there was no real possibility of rain in the forecast all week.
I love rain. Even as a child I looked forward to darkening skies and rumbling thunder. I wasn’t old enough to understand the severity of tornadoes in my part of the country.
I just knew that I liked the ambiance that a storm brought. It felt cozy in my little house, watching the lightning light up the night and zigzag across the windows.
I felt calmest during the times adults felt most frightened. Of course I’ve lived close to tornadoes, but never been right in their path. So I know I’d look at it differently had I been in the actual eye of a damaging storm.
I was just a little girl though. Who opened books and pretended I knew how to read. I read to my dolls and the dogs and cats.
And long before I knew how to write words, I was writing gibberish on pieces of paper, thinking what a great story I was telling.
That was a long time ago. I can now of course open books and let them take me on a journey. And I can sit here and write to all of you and know my words actually convey something.
The world has changed so much in my lifetime. Seems to me that people were once more solicitous of others. Children were hushed when they got out of hand in public. People talked on phones inside the privacy of their homes and no one else had to hear them.
Now there’s virtually nowhere I can go where I don’t have to listen to multiple conversations, many times all going on at the same time. It stresses me. Not just because it’s hard to filter out. But also because it’s bad manners and not many people seem to care about that anymore.
Yeah, I know I’ve said all this before. It’s a particularly virulent pet peeve of mine.
Being able to shop from home has been my salvation. I can’t think when I have to move from aisle to aisle just to get away from everyone talking on phones at the same time.
Till finally I’m out on the sidewalk, blinking in the sun. With nothing to show for my trip.
Thank goodness now much of the time they’re texting and I’m left in peace.
Did you know that noise pollution is considered one of the biggest health hazards worldwide?
Studies have shown that people who live or work in loud environments are particularly susceptible to many alarming problems, including heart disease, high blood pressure, and low birth weight.
Then there are all the physical, cognitive, and emotional issues that arise from being too distracted to focus on complex tasks and from never getting enough sleep.
And the noise that we produce doesn’t harm only us. Scientists have begun to document the effects of human-generated sound on non-humans—effects that can be as devastating as those of more tangible forms of ecological desecration.
Les Blomberg, the founder and executive director of the Noise Pollution Clearinghouse, based in Montpelier, Vermont, says, “What we’re doing to our soundscape is littering it. It’s aural litter—acoustical litter.
And, if you could see what you hear, it would look like piles and piles of McDonald’s wrappers, just thrown out the window as we go driving down the road.”
Taken from an article in The New Yorker, Is Noise Pollution The Next Big Public Health Crisis? (May 2019)