Thanks for reminding me.
As soon as it stops raining, I'll jury-rig a coat hanger "spear" to my boathook and pick up
two cans of "fun" from off the bottom.
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Originally Posted by Patiently Watching
Surprised to hear that a one night birthday party so badly impacted you. The property is undeveloped with exception of the caretakers house and certainly less busy and noisy than the past airport.
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That "birthday party" began about 5-PM with,
"Boom...Boom...Boom...Boom...Boom...Boom...Boom...
Thudda—Thudda...Boom...Boom...Boom...Boom...Boom.. .Boom...Boom...
Thudda—Thudda...Boom...Boom...Boom...Boom...Boom.. .Boom...Boom...
Thudda—Thudda...Boom...Boom...Boom...Boom...Boom.. .Boom...Boom...
Thudda—Thudda...Boom...Boom...Boom...Boom...Boom.. .Boom...Boom
Thudda—Thudda...Boom...Boom...Boom...Boom...Boom.. .Boom...Boom
Thudda—Thudda...Boom...Boom...Boom...Boom...Boom.. .Boom...Boom...
Thudda—Thudda...Boom...Boom...Boom...Boom...Boom.. .Boom...Boom...
Thudda—Thudda...Boom...Boom...Boom...Boom...Boom.. .& etc..."
Even through a forest of huge trees,
I thought that "music" was coming from right next door!
My neighbors have always been too considerate for that.
At dusk, the fireworks began.
There's been only one other occasion when such mighty sonic-blasts had taken effect along our shoreline. At that instant, neighbors to the blast yelled out immediately, "
Stop-That!". (Even my mostly-deaf B-I-L yelled out—one
not known for such activism!)
The "birthday party" continued past 11-PM, but I was too worn-out to determine the hour when such torture actually ended.
BTW: about ˝-hour after posting my previous reply, target-shooting took place from that "undeveloped" lawn-scape. While I don't have a gripe about their occasional target practice, the "timing" could have been better—AND you may have heard their very powerful rifles.
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