A few weeks ago, as I was driving home from work, I had the most interesting experience. I was stopped at a light, my car in the middle land, next to the left-hand turning lane. As I waited for the notoriously long signal, I leaned my head back against the headrest and closed my eyes, listening to The Postal Service through my stereo. I may have slipped into some kind of end-of-day trance. I opened my eyes and noticed that the line of autos to the left of me moving gracefully through the light and into the intersection. As I watched these cars (and mostly trucks), I was surprised to note that they made very little sound. My window was wide open, yet every auto that passed seemed to whisper past - only the movement of air was creating a stir.
Soon enough, my signal turned green, and I went on my way. Ever car I passed on the continuation of my journey was loud and obnoxious. I had used up all of my daily silence in the 2 minutes at the light.
Ben and I finally purchased 2 large bookcases yesterday afternoon. It has been almost a year since we moved into our present abode, and we have had 10 boxes full of (loosely-termed) literature piled in the dining room. The stacks of books atop the boxes grew out of control to towering heights, theatening to topple at any moment. Both of us are book-purchasers, rather than book-borrowers, so every month donated at least 5 new titles to the stacks atop the boxes. Last night, Laura and I assembled one of the bookcases, placed it in its new home in the livingroom, and I got my rocks off by emptying 6 of the boxes properly. The empty boxes are now stacked one-on-top-the-other in the middle of the livingroom floor, making it feel as if we just moved again. What a lovely sight to behold!
PS. For those that were interested in the recipy for the Creamy Chicken Soup, here it is.