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Nearly midnight

Hazel received her first chicken foot. She took with great delicacy. She has a very soft mouth, never snaps at food, I have seen carry a Ritz Cracker by the edge, and not break it. Her mother was mostly hunting dog we think-- a fiest, a Southern general purpose hunting companion. Hazel took the foot to  to her dog bed and admired it for a little while, then she ate it with a horrid crunching sound.

Now the night is so late it is almost morning. The fireworks are over, at least the legal ones. My neighbors are out in the street. They are cooking out with a grill on the sidewalk. They are dancing and singing and drinking. They do this every Friday. Tonight we seem to be having James Brown. They just finished Sex Machine. Four stories up it is loud enough to make sleep difficult. Husband of course can sleep through anything. On the carrier his berth was right under the flight deck. Noise does not trouble sailors. And he will be a sailor forever.

I think being a sailor is like being a mother. Loud may be ok, but there are certain sounds that wake you right up, a croupy cough, a particular cry, a voice that calls 'Mom' in a certain way that means run and bring a bucket. you might as well have someone shout 'General Quarters.' So this particular loud is a happy loud, I am going to pull the pillow over my head and eventually sleep. My family and my neighbors are safe tonight..


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Aug. 23rd, 2014 09:23 am (UTC)
A lovely post. Thank you!

Hope Hazel enjoyed her nice crunchy chicken foot, bless her!
Aug. 23rd, 2014 05:52 pm (UTC)
Yes, I think you are right, mothers have a particular ability to hear those 'emergency' sounds!

A happy loud is a good thing.

Soon enough, we'll all be muffled by layers of snow and will miss hearing those sounds of our neighbors.

(Often I wake for the bathroom at 1 or 2 AM and see my 20-something neighbor on his back patio having one last cigarette before going to bed.)
Aug. 23rd, 2014 11:34 pm (UTC)
I'm glad Hazel enjoyed her chicken foot. I remember seeing huge bags of them in a market in Portugal once, I can't say I fancied them.

Noise does not trouble sailors. And he will be a sailor forever.
I like the idea that once you are a sailor you will always be a sailor. A bit like being an islander.

Night time sounds have never bothered me too much, sometimes it's nice to be aware of humanity out there.
Aug. 24th, 2014 02:04 am (UTC)
You write a small scene from your daily life beautifully.
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