Grouchy Old lady

Books have been written about why people move to the country. Many of course are humorous. And certainly we “people from away” need a dose of humor to deal with the various changes required upon arriving  on the rural scene.

I think we did quite well with such things as locating workmen for barn repairs, testing the strength of our bridge for safe access, finding a trustworthy mechanic for our riding mower, even disposal of dead critters. Over time we learned to deal with the nearby gravel pits and became friends with the teachers and students at the Mennonite school across the road.

But then I have my weak moments, and yesterday was one of those. Perhaps it was related to the dismal weather… It began with the airplane noise overhead. At least I thought that was what I heard. But no, it lasted far too long for that. In fact it lasted for over an hour. That was one very irritating hour!

Turns out the sound came from bikers. Yes, it was Saturday and the aging hippies must have had an enormous convention which required them to travel past our laneway. In droves! There must have been well over a thousand of them revving their way toward town. I suppose we can expect this over the weekends to come. But I remain grouchy. I much prefer the sounds of birds and frogs, the ripple of water from our creek.

I myself have driven a (very small) motorcycle in the distant past. Heck, my dentist and neighbor rides a huge one! My husband has also owned a couple. But somehow hundreds and hundreds of them on a Saturday morning are not my dream for the country life. GRUMP.


About fromourisland

Gardener, knitter, wife, mother of 2, grandmother, and lots more.
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2 Responses to Grouchy Old lady

  1. I know the feeling. When I lived in West Hollywood I had helicopters circling overhead with floodlights looking for dangerous criminals several times a month (usually at 2 in the morning and sometimes they would fly so low my entire building would shake). I thought I escaped all that and then a few days ago there was a helicopter circling overhead here for an hour. Still once every 6 months vs. 3 or 4 times a month is an improvement!

    At least the sounds of drunken club goers on the street outside my window has been replaced by the sounds of chickens and calls of quails.

  2. This is what I’ve been told.
    “the big bike rally was to raise money and awareness for prostate cancer and there were lines of bikes and mostly big bikes and old guys.”
    I approve of their goal…not the decibels!

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