Saturday, November 16, 2013


My list of nice sounds:
2011 blizzard

Wind howling in a big snow.
A little kid’s laugh.
Thunder rumbling.
Skate blades on cold winter ice.
Rain as it moves across a corn field toward the house.
A kitten’s purr.
Slow steady rain.
Old men telling stories.
Sheets snapping in the breeze. 
The furnace coming on as soon as you shiver.
Train whistles.
Crackling bonfires.
Mack truck.
A song bringing a good memory.
Buzzing bees.
Turning book pages.
Porch swing creaking.
Screen door slamming.
Carousel music.
The hymn “It is Well With My Soul.”
Horses talking at night.
When you can hear a smile in someone’s voice.
Harley Hog.
Marching bands.
Big kids telling their family “I love you.”
Shovel slicing soil.
Bird conversations.
Delta Queen’s paddle wheel.
Imperfections on a vinyl record.
House full of family.
Cows calming their calves.
Indiana accent.
An owl.
A clock ticking.
Fog horns.
Message from a grandchild just to say “Hi.”

My list of not-so-nice sounds:

People in the path should immediately take cover.
Squish of cow pie.
A large limb breaking.
Dogs barking at the moon.
It’s cancer.
Tire blowout.
Police, ambulance and fire sirens at your house.
Snake rattles.
Screeching breaks from the car behind you.
Engine knock.
A lawn mower that won’t start.
Leaf blowers.
Something exploding in the microwave.
Mommy/Daddy, my tummy hurts.
The phone ringing at 3:00 am. 
Splattering grease.
Cicadas after the novilty wears off.
Hospital night sounds.
Rushing flood waters.
Fire and brimstone (Threw this one in to take it to another level of morose.)
“We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, 
or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses.”   
Abraham Lincoln knew sounds.

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