In fact, and cf. LVER's post on Cool Britannia, TICTH noise. It seems so unfair that the peace of thousands of people behaving quietly can be ruined by one person having a good time on their own terms. Grrrrrrr.
DAMN THEM ALL TO HELL AND BACK AGAIN WOT PLAY LOUD 'MUSIC'...(and, in any case, music died with Mozart).
Well, maybe it kept breathing until it finally breathed its last with Chopin.
Especially true of people who can't take one step forward without a radio (or, nowadays, phone) blaring out those vapid, tuneless vibrations of air that pass for music these days. When I see people with their noisemakers at poolside when all I want to do is take a quiet relaxing swim, I want to pick them up and throw them into the water (the people too!)
Yesterday I waited In all day for my new computer to be delivered. This had been arranged last week, so plenty of time was available to change this if necessary. A parcel was delivered about midday, but it was just the keyboard. It wasn't Dolphin's fault, it was the courier's. Okay, it was not vital to have it up and running yesterday, but it was a beautiful day and I would have walked out if I had known. Sigh!
In fact, and cf. LVER's post on Cool Britannia, TICTH noise. It seems so unfair that the peace of thousands of people behaving quietly can be ruined by one person having a good time on their own terms. Grrrrrrr.
This also refers to the quiet of the countryside being spoiled by the noise of one private plane or ultralight.
ICTH the virus that has laid low self and number two son for the past week with what feels like flu crossed with cunning removal of all stamina. Dammit, I don't even have the energy to read or play.
Seconded. Having been laid low myself last week, MuminElmet is currently sat on the sofa with a box of tissues in one hand and a bucket in the other. Be gone, foul germs...
I don’t want to damn the window cleaner himself, so TICTH inattention.
Today I was working from home, heard a bump on the window, looked up and realized the window cleaner was using his sponge/hose on a stick contraption to clean the upstairs windows - except that the window was open, so the water was spraying straight into the room and onto a bookshelf.
I jumped up, closed the window, mopped up the water and went downstairs to suggest gently that he might want to check the windows were closed before spraying water through them. He looked slightly worried, removed the cigarette from his mouth, said he’d look next time but assured me the water was very clean so it wouldn’t do any damage.
I considered explaining the physical properties of objects made mainly of paper, but decided not to bother as I needed to get on with some work.
I am back to CTH fireworks and the people who set them off. It's a full week past the Fourth of July, but people in my neighborhood are still at it. Grrrrrrr.
Anything Baroque I will most likely like. Puts my mind in order. Lots of good stuff after that, but doesn't have the same effect.
That's only Baroque music, NOT interior design/decor. That's more like Hieronymus Bosch painting a layer of hell. Especially the ceilings. I'd worry all the time that they'd fall down on me.
Discharge procedures in which the morning discharge doesn't happen until 4pm, and the ward assured the ambulance they had spoken to me on the phone when I can prove they had not done any such thing.
I am back to CTH fireworks and the people who set them off. It's a full week past the Fourth of July, but people in my neighborhood are still at it. Grrrrrrr.
In the university town where I live, there are likely to be fireworks whenever there is a football victory. The one good thing about having hearing problems is that I can take out my hearing aids.
In the university town where I live, there are likely to be fireworks whenever there is a football victory. The one good thing about having hearing problems is that I can take out my hearing aids.
Same here, but luckily our University is far enough away that I can hear them, but not very loudly.
The High School down the street from me is another story -- not just football games, but graduation and other occasions.
We have a church very near our house which quite often hires itself out for parties, both children's and adults'. The noise, either from amplified music or screaming kids in the car park, can be very wearing; both ourselves and our neighbours have complained about it. (The design of the building, which is echoey and has skylights which get opened in warm weather, doesn't help). I have mentioned this to the church's leaders, but they just don't "get it", even when I say that it's a poor advertisement for Christianity. Their line is, "Well, you moved near to a church, you should have expected that".
We had a similar problem with our Hall (the original mission-church, but much altered over the years). It's a cheap-and-cheerful venue for children's parties, which are generally held on a Saturday or Sunday afternoon, and last only a couple of hours or so.
One or two late-evening hirings, to adult groups, have led to excessive noise, and (justified) complaints. These hirings have now ceased, as we think it's better to witness as Good Neighbours, rather than try to rake in a few more £££ no matter what...
One day, if/when we do acquire a few more £££, we'd like to replace the ENORMOUS windows in the Hall with modern sealed units, to keep the heat (and noise) in! Please PM me if you have some spare cash for this most worthy cause. Thank you so much. Your reward will be in Heaven.
My choral group had the pleasure of singing Morten Lauridsen's "Sure On This Shining Night" with Lauridsen at the piano.
Don't know what the man is like as a pianist but I had the misfortune to be asked to sing SOTSN at a recent concert: horrible, maudlin, soupy - just ghastly.
Well, I'm prepared to make a slight concession, inasmuch as music probably died with Papa Haydn in 1809, but...
...after listening to BBC Radio 3 this morning, with the car windows down, and the volume RIGHT UP, I'm also inclined to allow that that young chappie Enescu had the right idea, with his Romanian Rhapsody no. 1.
We have a church very near our house. . . . The noise, either from amplified music or screaming kids in the car park, can be very wearing; both ourselves and our neighbours have complained about it. . . . Their line is, "Well, you moved near to a church, you should have expected that".
They're just itching to be blessed by a visit from the Mystery Worshipper.
We have a church very near our house. . . . The noise, either from amplified music or screaming kids in the car park, can be very wearing; both ourselves and our neighbours have complained about it. . . . Their line is, "Well, you moved near to a church, you should have expected that".
They're just itching to be blessed by a visit from the Mystery Worshipper.
O Miss Amanda! Come over into Ukland Swales, and help us!
But yes indeed - I wonder how they'd fare as regards welcome etc.?
We have a church very near our house which quite often hires itself out for parties, both children's and adults'. The noise, either from amplified music or screaming kids in the car park, can be very wearing; both ourselves and our neighbours have complained about it. (The design of the building, which is echoey and has skylights which get opened in warm weather, doesn't help). I have mentioned this to the church's leaders, but they just don't "get it", even when I say that it's a poor advertisement for Christianity. Their line is, "Well, you moved near to a church, you should have expected that".
Err - bells and hymns and religious songs at reasonable hours are to be expected that is true.. But who expects a church to be a party venue - at any time but particularly at night!
“Les Chansons des Roses” and the "Fire Songs" are wonderful pieces that are too seldom heard. His "O Magnum Mysterium" is better known, but not as well known as it deserves to be. (He's a good interview, too.)
I always wanted to sharpen the footplates and equip the wheels with knives, in particular, to mark the cars on the dropped kerbs and blocking the footpath.
TICTH church people who seem to think I'm invisible whilst I'm using a wheelchair...
I haven't had a problem with church people, but as for hospital people... One scheduler insisted on looking at and talking to my aide exclusively, when I was sitting there with my calendar out and talking to said scheduler. (I actually complained to my oncologist's nurse about that one, and she said she'd do something about it.) The other day, one of my doctors looked at and spoke to my aide as much as he did to me, while he was dropping a load of bad news on me.
People who use handicap restrooms when there are others available (and they have no personal need for them) are another group bound for the nether regions. I went to an event at a venue that featured a large modern restroom with one handicap space and six regular ones. There was a large sign on the door of the handicap space that asked users to leave that one for those who needed it. My friends wheeled me in, to find that one taken (by someone with no cane, walker, or chair) and the other six empty. We waited a full five minutes, and she just sat there, not making a sound. Finally, I used a regular one, but it was hard to get up without grab bars. She was still sitting there silently when we left.
ETA that I've fantasized about pulling a Boudicca too...
This is incredibly minor, but we went to eat lunch today at a spot with a 15 minute wait. Two able-bodied 20-somethings sat on the only bench available, and she placed her large bag on the bit they weren't sitting on. Leaving me to balance on my staff and dislocated ankle. Five fucking feet away.
I would have said something, but given my mood, it would have been homicidal.
Not if you wore proper armour gauntlets, or chainmail gloves. (Mind you, they might cause you a bit of a problem if you then had to use a cash machine, or count out change in a shop).
This is incredibly minor, but we went to eat lunch today at a spot with a 15 minute wait. Two able-bodied 20-somethings sat on the only bench available, and she placed her large bag on the bit they weren't sitting on. Leaving me to balance on my staff and dislocated ankle. Five fucking feet away.
I would have said something, but given my mood, it would have been homicidal.
Lol, I would have paid to see that! I have been known to ask people to move their things as I couldn't possibly stand another moment.
This is incredibly minor, but we went to eat lunch today at a spot with a 15 minute wait. Two able-bodied 20-somethings sat on the only bench available, and she placed her large bag on the bit they weren't sitting on. Leaving me to balance on my staff and dislocated ankle. Five fucking feet away.
I would have said something, but given my mood, it would have been homicidal.
Lol, I would have paid to see that! I have been known to ask people to move their things as I couldn't possibly stand another moment.
My mum used to ask people to move. Very firmly. She took no nonsense from anyone of any age or status. She would make an excellent ambassador to Washington.
Last month I broke my foot and was wearing one of those lovely boots. I was entering a bookstore -- boot on foot, cane in hand -- and some young couple sailed through, expecting me to hold the door for them. I told them what I thought of their manners.
P.S. Most places I went people were absolutely lovely and helpful.
Pigwidgeon, I hear you. Happens to me regularly. The people I least expect to open doors for me step right up and others let it slam in my face as they walk through. Now, I sing out to anyone approaching the door to hold it open.
‘Could you move your bag please? I need to sit down’
Works for me.
Yes. (Just count to ten...)
@Pigwidgeon, doors are a problem. It's interesting to me how many (able-bodied) people can watch someone struggling with trying to get a person in a wheelchair through a door, and not be moved to help open it. When I was in New York recently with a friend, we were both a little shocked by how many men would sail through the (heavy and unfortunately non-automatic) hotel door after having seen us, and just let it slam in our faces. Women, of all ages, were much more considerate.
‘Could you move your bag please? I need to sit down’
Works for me.
I was once ignored when I asked this, many years ago. I replied that I guessed that meant they did not mind if I sat on their shopping. It was moved. There were no other seats available.
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DAMN THEM ALL TO HELL AND BACK AGAIN WOT PLAY LOUD 'MUSIC'...(and, in any case, music died with Mozart).
O, I say. I do apologise, but I had to shout, in order to make myself heard.
Well, maybe it kept breathing until it finally breathed its last with Chopin.
Especially true of people who can't take one step forward without a radio (or, nowadays, phone) blaring out those vapid, tuneless vibrations of air that pass for music these days. When I see people with their noisemakers at poolside when all I want to do is take a quiet relaxing swim, I want to pick them up and throw them into the water (the people too!)
Today I was working from home, heard a bump on the window, looked up and realized the window cleaner was using his sponge/hose on a stick contraption to clean the upstairs windows - except that the window was open, so the water was spraying straight into the room and onto a bookshelf.
I jumped up, closed the window, mopped up the water and went downstairs to suggest gently that he might want to check the windows were closed before spraying water through them. He looked slightly worried, removed the cigarette from his mouth, said he’d look next time but assured me the water was very clean so it wouldn’t do any damage.
I considered explaining the physical properties of objects made mainly of paper, but decided not to bother as I needed to get on with some work.
But full marks to you for your patience with someone who clearly isn't very bright...
That's only Baroque music, NOT interior design/decor. That's more like Hieronymus Bosch painting a layer of hell. Especially the ceilings. I'd worry all the time that they'd fall down on me.
In the university town where I live, there are likely to be fireworks whenever there is a football victory. The one good thing about having hearing problems is that I can take out my hearing aids.
The High School down the street from me is another story -- not just football games, but graduation and other occasions.
One or two late-evening hirings, to adult groups, have led to excessive noise, and (justified) complaints. These hirings have now ceased, as we think it's better to witness as Good Neighbours, rather than try to rake in a few more £££ no matter what...
One day, if/when we do acquire a few more £££, we'd like to replace the ENORMOUS windows in the Hall with modern sealed units, to keep the heat (and noise) in! Please PM me if you have some spare cash for this most worthy cause. Thank you so much. Your reward will be in Heaven.
Don't know what the man is like as a pianist but I had the misfortune to be asked to sing SOTSN at a recent concert: horrible, maudlin, soupy - just ghastly.
...after listening to BBC Radio 3 this morning, with the car windows down, and the volume RIGHT UP, I'm also inclined to allow that that young chappie Enescu had the right idea, with his Romanian Rhapsody no. 1.
They're just itching to be blessed by a visit from the Mystery Worshipper.
O Miss Amanda! Come over into Ukland Swales, and help us!
But yes indeed - I wonder how they'd fare as regards welcome etc.?
Err - bells and hymns and religious songs at reasonable hours are to be expected that is true.. But who expects a church to be a party venue - at any time but particularly at night!
Exactly. Especially over something that may not happen (and is not going to be influenced by worrying about it)
I don't like having to use the f***ing thing, but it's the least tiring way of moving about our great barn of a church.
At least you are there.....I know it is little consolation but keep fighting.
Thanks for the encouragement - I have Plans to equip said wheelchair with Knives...
Meanwhile, I'll just run over a few toes... 'Oops - sorry about that!'
People who use handicap restrooms when there are others available (and they have no personal need for them) are another group bound for the nether regions. I went to an event at a venue that featured a large modern restroom with one handicap space and six regular ones. There was a large sign on the door of the handicap space that asked users to leave that one for those who needed it. My friends wheeled me in, to find that one taken (by someone with no cane, walker, or chair) and the other six empty. We waited a full five minutes, and she just sat there, not making a sound. Finally, I used a regular one, but it was hard to get up without grab bars. She was still sitting there silently when we left.
ETA that I've fantasized about pulling a Boudicca too...
I would have said something, but given my mood, it would have been homicidal.
The sticky-forward knives are best, I think. If I install sticky-out knives, I might cut off my own fingers whilst reaching for the wheels...
Lol, I would have paid to see that! I have been known to ask people to move their things as I couldn't possibly stand another moment.
My mum used to ask people to move. Very firmly. She took no nonsense from anyone of any age or status. She would make an excellent ambassador to Washington.
P.S. Most places I went people were absolutely lovely and helpful.
Works for me.
@Pigwidgeon, doors are a problem. It's interesting to me how many (able-bodied) people can watch someone struggling with trying to get a person in a wheelchair through a door, and not be moved to help open it. When I was in New York recently with a friend, we were both a little shocked by how many men would sail through the (heavy and unfortunately non-automatic) hotel door after having seen us, and just let it slam in our faces. Women, of all ages, were much more considerate.
I am Not.In.A.Good.Mood.
Wherefore I said nothing. I truly don't want to wind up with steel bracelets, and it might have gone that way.
I was once ignored when I asked this, many years ago. I replied that I guessed that meant they did not mind if I sat on their shopping. It was moved. There were no other seats available.