It hasn't really been all that long since I've lived out here in the country. But here it is, now 2:18 am and I can't return to sleep...
from the noises.
Those of you who think the country is "quiet" - hmmm, well, let me just say - it's not!
Sometimes it's coyotes.
Sometimes it's locusts.
I could go on and on with sounds you hear in the country.
Tonight it's the pop, pop, pop of the pumper. -
The oil well pumper.
They are all around. - Oh, none are really close. - just close enough.
Normally, I would just turn over, ignore it and go to sleep but
Me: Dad, would you and mom consider moving into my house on the highway?
Dad: No. Not interested.
Me: I just thought it would make things easier - with everything on one level and the hard wood floors - which would be easier for a walker or wheel chair.
Dad: No, I don't think we would be able to get used to the noise on the highway.