Elder House is located in a fairly quiet neighborhood. And the ancient residents, me included, go to bed fairly early. Often the neighborhood comes strangely alive after dark.
The Woman Who Speaks the Vowel-less Language apparently makes phone calls very late at night. What we used to call "long distance." How can a language sound so ugly? Snarling and guttural at the same time. Even when she laughs it sounds like punishment. I can't imagine the person at the other end of the line. Are they saving on cell charges by calling after midnight?
Blocks away some person is a devoted fan of Celine Dion. One song played continuously after the sun sets. Yikes! After 20 or 30 repetitions of Mrs. Angelil diving down for the notes and then spewing forth: "Whenever you rrrrrrrrrrreachchchch for me..." I sincerely want to bomb Canada. And am I the only one who recognizes the lady's talent, but believes she bears a more than striking resemblance to the Head Alien from Close Encounters of the Third Kind? I couldn't find images emphasizing the spindly, skinny appendages (Google failure????!!!!) but these give an approximation.
And, finally, I propose the death penalty for the owner of the car alarm that sounded 19 times between 3:03 and 4:08 am! Even at the height of the paranoid 80's I do not believe those electronic blats dissuaded one dedicated thief. "Step away from the vehicle." Were they kidding? The aol voice announcing, "You've got mail" was more intimidating. At that hour of the night a car alarm is more than likely to prompt an annoyed resident, grouchy to begin with, to call 911 to report a nuisance. To hell with your car and the car thief. Just stop that goddam noise! I want to rest in the dark hours.
Interrupt what little sleep I can squeeze out of the night time at your peril, folks
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