Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Taking Measure

J Alfred Prufrock measured his life by coffee spoons.   I measure mine by the gardeners.

Got a few quiet moments for a sit in the shade in the back yard?  If it happens to be 4:30 on a Friday afternoon or 5:30 on a Saturday afternoon, you will be serenaded by multiple two-stroke leaf blowers.
No need to set alarms on Tuesdays through Fridays, the gardeners are eager, hardworking and early.  In fact, mid week they never seem to leave the neighborhood.


All summer with the windows open I've been awakened to the shattering two-stroke engine.  Want to hear something ridiculous?  It only dawned on me last week to use ear plugs!


  1. Tell them to use rakes, the noisy sods.

  2. Rakes!!! A throw back to a quieter, gentler time. :)

  3. Oh for a gentler time. I long for the days when my neighbors were less well healed and I was the only one who bothered with the yard. Now I'm the one who can't keep up with the Jones.

    btw: The Los Angeles City Council voted unanimously to oppose ALL of Metro's proposed 710 extension highway and tunnel routes. I was there. Unbelievable. Huizar is a saint.

  4. Our senses are overrun all the times, and noise pollution is the worst. Boo to blowers.

  5. My neighbors have discussed, many times, trying to coordinate all the gardeners on the block to come on the same day. But it's all talk, they never do it. I am not going to be the one to try to coordinate this thing.

  6. PA: VIVA!!!
    M-Here here. I mean, hear, hear.
    P-Yikes, you don't need another project-

  7. I know. And I'm the kind of person who jumps in without thinking. I've finally figured that out, at my ripe old age.