More noise, always more noise. Now Pop is into wind chimes. I suspect this is Ms. Walker's influence, though this may be unfair to her. Pop is capable of having silly ideas on his own.
I'm wondering if this is going to add to my routine of removing clocks and phones, just so that I can have a chance at enjoying a little quiet. These chimes would be more trouble, since they are outside.
Sometimes it really does feel like fate is fucking with me, and I am just being too damn stubborn to accept the obvious answer to all my woes, and that is to silence myself, once and forever.
"Oh, for crying out loud! It's fucking wind chimes, not waterboarding. You get so worked up over the stupidest things. Just chill out and let life happen. Cripes, you should have the suicide hotline on speed-dial."
Hey, it keeps things interesting.