Silence

After a solid month of enduring the logging triage planted directly in front of the house, which includes a 7:30 am wake up to heavy machinery and chains saws, we are leaving the side of the mountain for a little peace and quiet. Imagine three tour buses idling outside your house in concert with a full blown city crew repairing a geyser of a water main break and you will have a fair sense of the animated picture we are escaping.

It's a shame because I will miss an amaryllis that I've been waiting to flower, but gardening while wearing noise canceling ear muffs isn't exactly how I want to spend the whole month of June and besides, I look ridiculous. So off we go toward civilization for some silence.

I'm not seeking the Sara Maitland type of silence where you go off like any number of biblical crazies for forty days and forty nights. (An experience that released her from inhibitions, created soaring feelings of bliss heightened her sensations of taste, and touch, and produced halucinations.) The silence of living in the middle of nowhere on the edge of sanity is what I do on a daily basis, I don't need to do any additional testing on that point.

The silence I am looking for will have running water, electricity, good company, much wine and I won't have to wake up before 9:00 am if I don't want to.