As my hubby and I elapsed into our senior years, we began to be a bit on the tired side when evening came. No matter what “they” tell you, energy levels may decrease with age! (I can’t help but notice that the experts in aging have never been old.)
So when we got home from work, we shifted our supper habits from catching a meal on the way as we were running an errand to saving our errands for the weekends. We found we could enjoy more simple fare at home.
It wasn’t that I didn’t like cooking. I enjoyed it–when I had some energy, which was not usually the case right after working all day. Thus simple suppers became routine.
We also became a bit more quiet as the evenings progressed. We both were avid readers, so we could often be found with our heads in a book as the sun went down. We lived on a quiet block with only a couple of houses and a school, so it became customary to enjoy only the calm serenade of frogs and crickets chirping.
When the house was purely still, I jumped out of my skin at a startling noise. My husband and I got up to investigate and found to our grinning surprise it was the ice maker! It made one crashing sound just to get our attention, then a few bumps. But it was the running of water reloading which gave it away.
Another time as nightfall came, we settled down for an hour or two of reading, chatting, or maybe even some TV.
Not to be! A jerking sensation overtook my body as what sounded almost like truck brakes grinding right into the house. You may already know that the softer the quietude is, the louder an interrupting sound seems.
Again I hopped up to find the culprit. Evidently there is a point in a hot water heater’s life when it just must moan and groan to achieve its appointed tasks. (Since there are other sounds during the day of TV, radio, traffic, and people, it isn’t noticeable then.)
From then on as the sun was setting and tranquility had arrived a our house, we did not find these moments of strange sounds disturbing. One of us would simply chuckle and say, “I see our evening’s entertainment has arrived.”
Now that we’ve retired and moved, the gentle humor of home sounds continues. We still enjoy the amusement of household noises after dark.
It’s nice to know that one can find moments of happiness in the little things like the sounds, gurgles and bleeps of a gentle evening.
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