What does your neighborhood sound like

[CGM]

Weekends are pretty eventful when you walk out of the front door.50% of the time your likely to hear someones Base booming as they drive by OR the townhouses across the way are blaring "Happy" Chi-cha-chi tunes from our long time residing Immigrant friends from Texas and 'down South' who came down for Katrina,liked the permanent work and have decided to stay .Occasionally you get the motley crew of Bebe's kids yelling it up but it fades.Everyday you can hear the Bells toll from Holy Cross.

Nights are calm now a days,Count on at least one siren blaring down the street.Some Naval Jets landing 3 or 4 times a night.The occasional gunshot...maybe every three nights.Crickets and the fan running Lol.....can not sleep in pure silence.Just can not do it?

Yeah, I know what you mean. I'm not sure when the last time is I've experienced pure silence, but when it gets real quiet at night, that just makes me listen all the harder. And then your imagination starts to mess with you...

[Spicoli]

Weekends are pretty eventful when you walk out of the front door.50% of the time your likely to hear someones Base booming as they drive by OR the townhouses across the way are blaring "Happy" Chi-cha-chi tunes from our long time residing Immigrant friends from Texas and 'down South' who came down for Katrina,liked the permanent work and have decided to stay .Occasionally you get the motley crew of Bebe's kids yelling it up but it fades.Everyday you can hear the Bells toll from Holy Cross.

Nights are calm now a days,Count on at least one siren blaring down the street.Some Naval Jets landing 3 or 4 times a night.The occasional gunshot...maybe every three nights.Crickets and the fan running Lol.....can not sleep in pure silence.Just can not do it?

Yeah, I know what you mean. I'm not sure when the last time is I've experienced pure silence, but when it gets real quiet at night, that just makes me listen all the harder. And then your imagination starts to mess with you...

Its the piercing silence,it keeps me awake.Oscillating fan is the way to go.Lol on the imagination

[CFH]

Weekends are pretty eventful when you walk out of the front door.50% of the time your likely to hear someones Base booming as they drive by OR the townhouses across the way are blaring "Happy" Chi-cha-chi tunes from our long time residing Immigrant friends from Texas and 'down South' who came down for Katrina,liked the permanent work and have decided to stay .Occasionally you get the motley crew of Bebe's kids yelling it up but it fades.Everyday you can hear the Bells toll from Holy Cross.

Nights are calm now a days,Count on at least one siren blaring down the street.Some Naval Jets landing 3 or 4 times a night.The occasional gunshot...maybe every three nights.Crickets and the fan running Lol.....can not sleep in pure silence.Just can not do it?

Yeah, I know what you mean. I'm not sure when the last time is I've experienced pure silence, but when it gets real quiet at night, that just makes me listen all the harder. And then your imagination starts to mess with you...

Its the piercing silence,it keeps me awake.Oscillating fan is the way to go.Lol on the imagination

My oscillating fan is the only way I sleep. I love that fucker, I use it even in the dead of winter.

[Gandalf]

It's a noisy bastard of a place. I couldn't get to sleep last night until 4am, even with ear plugs. Car alarms and people honking their horns at ungodly hours of the morning. The day time is worse with the bongo truck onion sellers illegally peddling their wares and bizarre waves of Korean trot music blarring up from goodness knows where. I swear I will commit murder one of these days.

[Youngblood]

We live on a hill in a small quiet suburb on the outside of town. Can see Lake Superior from 3 sides of our house and shortly after winter hits, an eery silence comes over the place. In the distance is a snow machine trail, but it's still far enough away that you need to be trying to hear it.

I'd say we are fairly in tune with the sounds of the seasons and the motions and temperament of the lake and the north. It's is both beautiful and harsh, as we are allowed to experience the full breadth of all the seasons through the land and the climate that surrounds us. The motion and heartbeat of the summer pulsing it's wind through the trees. The rustling of dried leaves and snapping branches hunkering down in winters path. Late geese formations flying overheard signalling, signifying the urgency of life to prepare for the inevitable bitter cold. The first blasts of winter from a unforgiving north wind that comes in squalls off the lake like a wall informing you it is time...ready or not. The water dripping off the eaves of the house, the branches of the trees, trickling and pooling, rushing its way through once tiny creeks along the hill leading to a lake coming back to life...ice cracking and jamming in its path, birds and squirrels busy in its wake. And then the winds begin again in the tree tops through fresh leaves and summer is again on its way.

I don't know that I will always live here, as there is much to see in this world, but I believe part of me will.

[Sharla]

We live on a hill in a small quiet suburb on the outside of town. Can see Lake Superior from 3 sides of our house and shortly after winter hits, an eery silence comes over the place. In the distance is a snow machine trail, but it's still far enough away that you need to be trying to hear it.

I'd say we are fairly in tune with the sounds of the seasons and the motions and temperament of the lake and the north. It's is both beautiful and harsh, as we are allowed to experience the full breadth of all the seasons through the land and the climate that surrounds us. The motion and heartbeat of the summer pulsing it's wind through the trees. The rustling of dried leaves and snapping branches hunkering down in winters path. Late geese formations flying overheard signalling, signifying the urgency of life to prepare for the inevitable bitter cold. The first blasts of winter from a unforgiving north wind that comes in squalls off the lake like a wall informing you it is time...ready or not. The water dripping off the eaves of the house, the branches of the trees, trickling and pooling, rushing its way through once tiny creeks along the hill leading to a lake coming back to life...ice cracking and jamming in its path, birds and squirrels busy in its wake. And then the winds begin again in the tree tops through fresh leaves and summer is again on its way.

I don't know that I will always live here, as there is much to see in this world, but I believe part of me will.

That is beautifully poetic Youngblood

[Sharla]

I live in Adelaide. I'm pretty lucky really - live in a leafy subburb about 10 mins walk to the city but Adelaide is small enough for that not to be madness.

There's a restuarant district and some parklands close by where outdoor family events like Corols by Candlelight etc are sometimes held. Sometimes I can hear music but i think something about being on the ground floor of a small apartment building with relatively quiet neighbours means I'm insulated from the noise and rarely kept awake.

There's an airport about 8 kms away so we hear an occasional plane fly over but again I never notice them at night.

Apart from that we have a possum in the yard who scampers along the fence but again it doesn't keep me awake.


.......... Having said that some asshole smashed the window in of the car I'm borrowing at the moment while I was asleep last week and I didn't hear a thing so maybe I just sleep like the dead!

I thought I heard a noise the following night and ran out there to check but no one was there. I was just wearing my PJs and armed only with my house keys so I'm not really sure of what I planned to do if I did actually catch him!