I have moved out of my old office in a dark ancient living room — a great winter office due to the cheery little woodstove — but it is a place filled with Civil War sabers, sextants, quadrants, old smelly books and dark oil paintings of long dead ancestors. Given my recent eye surgery and need for some great light, I moved into a sunny room surrounded by windows on three sides — an old summer porch we converted to year round use a decade ago.
I sit in a corner with the windows open, and realize there are two sounds filling the center of the village that I could do without.
- Leaf blowers. These offend me to no end. They burn fossile fuels, they are whiny and loud like a jet ski, and they are horribly inefficient. The days of handymen with bamboo rakes and smoking piles of leaves are long gone — so even the fall doesn’t smell the way it used to. I can remember raking and burning leaves and burying big potatoes in the ashes for a late afternoon reward on the lawn with my grandfather. Now it’s all whining and blowing as the landscape squads move through the waterfront estates and put things to bed for the season.
- Back-up horns: The center of the village is under construction. Once Labor Day arrives the off-season road work begins and since Cape Cod essentially has the same roads it had in 1950, doing road construction or repairs during the summer crush is insane. The Sagamore Bridge is a good example of the off-season construction phenomenon. A Depression-era steel structure sitting a couple hundred feet above the salty Cape Cod Canal and it needs some serious work. So the traffic on and off the Cape is worse now than it is on a Sunday night in July. Here in Cotuit the second biggest avenue — Scho0l Street — is under construction and the old gas station at the corner of Main and School is being demolished to provide more parking. All day long — beep, beep, beep. I know it’s good safety: a poor policeman was killed in Centerville a decade ago when a dump truck without a backup horn crushed him. But — between the leaf blowers and the back up horns ….. As the Mission of Burma song said, “That’s when I reach for my revolver …”
Sounds I like?
- Ten feet behind me, in the grape arbor, hangs a ripening crop of purple Concord grapes. Under the white framework, in the dark shadows under the vines, is a collection of bird feeders. I am a big bird feeding person, and because the arbor is in an alcove formed by my porch, the house, and the front porch, it is a very secure place for birds to hide from hawks and cats. Because my wife and I feed the birds year round the feeding tubes are very busy and a flock of at least 100 English sparrows has taken over — moving off of the birdseed and into the rose bushes and morning glories with a huge whooshing exhalation behind my back, like an immense lung. The sound is amazing. The birds will probably eat the grapes before I can harvest them and try to make jelly.
- I miss the cat-like peeping and screeching of the ospreys cruising along the bluff behind the house for snapper bluefish, menhaden and herring. I realize today they have left — on the way south for the winter. I love watching them over the baseball field in the summer, gliding overhead with a fish in their talons.
Can you tell I am procrastinating?
8 thoughts on “Sounds I can do without”
at Fuller Lake up north one of the ultimate Osprey experiences is when one of the evil winged villains takes the trout right in front of you, fly, tippet, line and all. nothing makes your wilderness trout fishing experience more complete than having a 20-inch brownie go soaring skyward in the talons of an Ospey. the bastards!
You’re not procrastinating, you are ruminating. And sometimes that’s a good thing.
i’m a cricket noise man, myself.
Procastinating…perhaps. Nonetheless, I enjoy reading as you practice your word craft, intricately weaving vivid and evocative imagery into your narrative. This is one of the things you do so well.
If only powerpoint lent itself so…
These slice of life posts are some of my favorites from you. I can’t live in Cotuit, but I can imagine what it’s like to do so.
Fall is my favorite time of year.
I love the zen of raking leaves myself…About 3 more weeks. You didn’t mention how you control the unwanted creatures that frequent bird feeder stations…I’ve got a pellet gun, a makeshift spear & a bat. ( the bat is for the coup-de-grace, post spear) Got two rats this summer & have numerous squirrels very wary!
I am the owner/operator of the equipment that was doing the demolition of the old gas station on school st.Sorry for the beep, beep of the excavators backup warning alarm. Soon the village will enjoy the 11 extra parking spaces that will be constucted .Progress I suspose.I live off cape , and found that the village of Cotuit be quite and beauiful, I had my lunch a couple of times in the parking area next to town dock.I did notice 4 Osprey flying about, undoubtly, getting ready for another season of new life.I also, noticed that I had disturbed two crows daily routine of eating berries off the vines on the old stone wall, at the former gas station.During, demolition, we found old newspapers stuffed in the masonary blocks to hold the motar. The old newspapers dated the construction of the gas station April 1949. Enjoy your improved Main St. Dale
Thanks Dale. The work looks awesome. Wish you could have planted a little park instead of 11 parking spots for the bar, but it’s better than the old mess that was there and the middle of the village has opened up a lot.
Did the newspapers get saved?
It’s a special place and basically the same as it was 50 years ago when I first saw it.
(and i understand you need the beep so you don’t squash somebody)