It's Saturday morning. I've sent out my "Make an Offer" Mondays r-e-minder, had my cereal (with the bonus of red raspberries and blue berries on top - mm mm), and dealt with my web site. It's morning ritual I enjoy.

The house is quiet and my wife is out of town again. See, normally on my wife's workday mornings what I hear is a person madly rushing around, banging, clanking, turning on and off machines and showers, rush rush rush!, talking to herself, maybe a phone call in or out, but always creating the increasingly frantic sounds of trying to get out of the house ON TIME - finally announced by a dive-bombed kiss landed somewhere on my groggy mug, followed by a crashing dash down the two flights of stairs followed by huge slam-bangs of the front door as she runs out...

... and then RE-enters because she forgot something !!! ... with the accompanying highspeed-highheeled running up the stairs again & down the stairs again and the slam bang of the front door again... THIS time followed by the sound of her Prius' efficient-but-groggy, startled little engine being whipped up our street.

MY sound is different. I make mine at night, and it's not so much that I personally make the noise as it is the machines I use... noises which come from the television monitor... either as a tee-vee show or the Movie of the Evening.

"Deborah, Raymond and the children seem to be losing weight! Here, let me show you how to cook something I know he LIKES!"

or,

"Ou est la bibliotheque? Ferme la porte. Oui, la bouche c'est magnifique!"

"Der gotte Ich zien! Vermacht die grote und smashencruncher, ja?"

"Ciao, Antonio! Lasagna castigliani del veccio, eh? Si! Ferrari!!"

"This writing is Elvish. The Ring can belong to no other. It is your Destiny. The Flaming Eye is always watching for you. Its Black Riders will never stop hunting for you. You must go on. Golum has been following for three days." *

"What is the meaning of Life? Why do you stare at me? When will I find myself? Am I lost? Am I arrested? Are you who you say you are?"

Meanwhile, we both deal with the seemingly endless roar of fighter jets brushing the roof of our home, rattling little blue eggs in the Robin nests, loosening the roots of old trees, helping wall paper find its gravity, and trying to deafen baby rabbits.

Life.

Sound.

You may as well love it. The alternative is silence - 24/7.