The Hound Dog is underfoot at work with me today. He's been off his Diazepam (i.e. Valium) for a week now, and I think he needs to go back on it. Someone fired up a lawn mower (i.e. spawn of Satan) on Saturday. Since then, he's been tip-toeing around listening intently to ever single sound from outdoors. His mind works in odd ways:
Sound of someone raking leaves -- bad
Sound of Skil-saw -- fine
Sound of someone shovelling snow. -- really badSound of nail gun (the framing nail gun!) -- fine
Sound of motorbike that sounds like a lawn mower -- bad
Sound of thunder, fire works, etc -- fine
Sound of airplane that sounds faintly like a lawn mower -- bad
Sound of trains banging together -- fine
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