Words to describe the sound escape me. Not a foghorn, not nearly as loud as one of those, which I do hear on occasion in Long Beach, tho' live far from the shore. Okay, about two miles from ocean is not real far, yet would think a foghorn blowing would not travel that distance inland, no wonder people who live closer to the ocean write the Press-Telegram complaining about the noise.
No, not a foghorn, yet trying to describe the noise, foghorn comes quickly to mind. Eeern, aarn; (pause) eern, aarn; (pause) eern aarn. It sounds like it is on top of my head, although the sound is coming from across courtyard, two apartments westward or three if one counts Chris' apartment; Chris directly across from my own. Doug's volume often sounds as if it is coming from my bathroom, to the right (east) of where I sit. No matter which direction it comes from, right side, top of head, behind me, it drives me batty.
Especially at midnight after listening to it from 11PM. May have been going on longer; had fan Doug gave me running for hours; almost completely drowns out sound of baby crying and Chris talking. Hate wasting electricity like that. Never hot enough to require cooling air via fan; do appreciate the air circulation being forced to keep front door or windows closed all day long.
Almost makes living outdoors 24/7 sound good. Almost. Do not want to live on the streets again. Thankful I can put in earplugs, turn on WMP, Sleep playlist, put pillow over my head...
THUMP! Heart skips beat, I imagine it was John dropped something loudly on the floor, he is home rattling 'round in kitchen, yet thump seemed to come from courtyard area. Do not know if neighbor living in apartment that side of me is at home. Do think Doug turned off whatever he had on; replaced by whatever John has playing and hello, Chris arrived home. Time to turn on fan or get out earphones, sigh.
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