la Espousa joined me and the Goose for the first mile or so. We walked by a house with some people shouting at each other about some third party that they seemed both unenamoured by. I mention that this house is always got something noisy going on. Yesterday it was the TV turned up to max (or what seemed like max). Other times it’s the radio or screaming kids.
What’s interesting isn’t that they’re loud. What’s interesting is that they are pretty much the only consistently loud people we come across on our walks. So, in 2.5 miles, out the 100-200 houses we pass, only this house is diligent in producing loud sounds.
Which means we live in a quiet ass neighborhood.
It’s like living in a giant library, except without the books.