There sould be some sort of restrictions when it comes to summer mornings. Every day I wake up to the melodic sounds of in-town Middleborough. Trash trucks, car alarms, the half-hour revvings of Sr. Motorcycle down the road, the bickering/screeching of small children, and -my least favorite- the daily melodramas of The House Across the Street:

Slamming of screen doors. Sounds of running on pavement in driveway. Young boy screams. Grandmother replies "Get over here!" Boy screams again, followed by cruching of gravel in street. Grandmother yells "Don't go over there!! Get away from that car!!!" Sound of car door slamming repeatedly. Grandmother: "Get OUTTA THERE!" More crunching of gravel as grandmother approaches car. Starts banging on door. "UNLOCK THESE DOORS!" Bangs on doors more. "Get out here RIGHT NOW!" Boy discovers horn. Horn honks few times. Grandmother responds "STOP THAT! Get out here RIGHT NOW!" Boy realizes he can honk the rythem to Row Row Row Your Boat, and begins hitting horn more enthusiastically. "THAT'S IT!" Honking continues. Crunching of gravel. Stomping of feet upon wooden floorboards of porch. Door slams. Honking continues. Slamming of screen door. Grandfather makes himself known: "Boy, you better get yourself outta that car before I have to go in there and get you out MYSELF!" Crunching of gravel. Banging on door. Car alarm goes off. Boy starts to scream inside the car. Honking continues.

This scene is repeated nearly every morning. At about 7:30. It'd be almost amusing if I weren't trying to sleep so damn hard.


ash @ 6:03 PM