Hi Everyone - I hope you are having a great day so far. This isn't really an official "blog post" - am just venting about nothing important whatsoever. I am merely perplexed by something. I've been traveling the past few weeks and am currently working from a wonderful home in Florida. It's an airy, sunny, beautiful house situated on a golf course and overlooking a lovely large pond - and is certainly a nice change of scenery from my last stop in cold, snowy New York.
Today is warm, partly cloudy and just wonderful. I am sitting out on the back screened-in porch (the lanai) looking out at the golfers across the pond. I have the windows open, enjoying the sunshine, warmth and the sound of birds. Then - when what would otherwise have been a delightful breeze comes rustling through - clang, clang, clang! The neighbors' metal windchimes go berserk!
I don't understand windchimes. I don't mean the wood ones, or the cute little shell ones that make such soft sounds. I'm talking about the big metal ones. How is clashing metal sticks somehow considered relaxing?
To each his own, I guess -- I just wish I didn't have to listen to it. But if this is the "worst" thing that happens today, believe me, I know how blessed I am. For now, I suppose I'll just go back inside. I cannot concentrate with the heavy metal concert going on just outside the window now that the wind has really picked up. But at least I can still see the beautiful view from inside:-)
Have a great day!