From 100 yards away the neighbor’s dog howls in the night. I don’t know how they sleep–I sure am not sleeping. For extended periods he barks, a deep bellowing boom. Though I am enjoying the cool night air of early Summer, I have to shut the windows and shove orange plugs into my ears to block out the noise. It would be silly (I find myself thinking) to call Animal Control–this is the country, after all. And I am too fearful to confront them. After months and months, the dog moved away. I’m sure he was a dutiful dog, but it was not a tearful parting.
The neighbor’s dog—
an underachieving, if dramatic,
has a great deal to say
most nights, at 01:13, or 04:22, or 05:41. Continue reading →
Quiet is a rare luxury at our house. If not the cows or dogs or pumps, I can usually count on my children to fill my quiet moments. But not all noise is unpleasant.
One day Hyrum (2) said sternly to his big brother Brian (14), “Brian, don’t keel anyone. OK? Because it’s dangerous.”
He was dead serious, as if in grown-up conversation. It was apparent that the word kill had only a vague meaning to him. It didn’t equate to the loss of life, but related more closely to roughhousing or child’s play, as in “Bang! Bang! You’re dead!” Continue reading →