Yeah. This morning the weather conditions are perfect: we’re being serenaded nonstop by the “Sound of Freedom,” as my mother used to put it while she perched on her back porch over morning coffee.
Noooo, muther, I used to think. That’s the sound of World War III, comin’ our way.
It never seemed to register with her that those fighter jets weren’t up there for pretty. They weren’t up there to amuse the locals.
They were up there to practice blowing civilization back to the Cave Man Era.
They’ve been blasting away all morning. They start as dawn cracks.
It’s almost 8:30, and we’re still getting ROOOOOAAAAARRRRRR ROOOOAAAARRR ROOOARRR from the air base near Sun City — a good 20 miles away. The racket whams through your solid block walls: there’s no escaping it.
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Really, if my son weren’t here I wouldn’t live in the Valley on a bet.
Dunno, though, where you’d go to escape. Anyplace within 40 or 50 miles is gonna be shuddering with jet engine noise. And the racket no doubt is with us forever…at least for our foreseeable lifetime.
Yea, verily… If my son weren’t here, you can be sure I’d be somewhere else. WHERE else, though, remains a bit of a mystery. Might have to move out of the state. Tibet, maybe???
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Speaking of morning rackets:
yappa whine
yappa whine
yappa yappa yappa yappa
yap yap WHINE!
Get off duff. Put computer down. Let the dog out.
Let more noise in: rrrrooooarrrr roarrrrrr rrrooaaar…
Any question why the Old Bat is a crabby harridan?
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LOL! Where could one go that would be quieter?
In theory, the ranch should be, if only it were still accessible to its former owners. But…it’s not.
The ranch sits on the edge of the Mogollon Rim, overlooking the Valley. The West Valley, where Luke Air Force Base reigns noisily supreme. So you’re not gonna get away from much airplane racket up there.
That notwithstanding… {sigh}… I do so miss the ranch. It was beautiful.
Wonder what Ruby would make of a cow? Probably not much, before one of them booted her into the middle of next year.
A ranch dawg, she ain’t! 😀