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No matter where you live, there will always be pros and cons. And although I find more pros than cons living in a city, there is definitely one thing I would place on my CONS list.

You see, I have very sensitive ears.

So sensitive, I can hear a piece of sewing thread fall on the carpet.

Oh, and I can also hear a moth pass gas.

It sounds like this….pfffffffffffffffft!

Yes, THAT’S how sensitive my ears are.

Therefore, one thing that can be extremely offensive to my audio sense is the noise of city life. But after a while you sort of adapt to it….sorta.

In fact right this second, as I type this, TWO police cars are driving by my apartment building with their sirens BLASTING. Sirens are probably the worst sound because it feels as though someone is slashing my ears with RAZOR BLADES. But those of you who live in a city already know that sirens are part of it. And they’re DAILY and ONGOING. Often I’ll be talking on the phone with someone from out of state, and if a siren goes by they’ll say, “That siren sounds like it’s coming from inside your apartment!”

Second to sirens, jackhammers are EVIL.

For the past week, the city of Philadelphia has been doing some major road repair on the street in front of my apartment. And the most delightful thing about it is that they do this repair work from about 10 PM until 2AM because the streets are less occupied during those hours. However, this year they’ve taken up using their jackhammers during daytime hours, so now I have to listen to this noise 24/7 - and that's BETWEEN the sirens.

And while sirens make me feel as though someone is slashing my ears, the sound of jackhammers makes me feel as though someone is performing a long and painful root canal on one of my back molars WITHOUT Novocain.

Earlier this week, I went out and took some photos of the men at work.





Here is a 24 second video clip of what I’ve had to listen to lately….


Another thing that’s very unique about city life (and I place this on my PROS list), are the peculiar things you sometimes witness.

This is a photo I took of a grate on the sidewalk in which BUBBLES are popping forth. I have no idea WHERE these bubbles are coming from, other than probably the laundry room in the basement of the condominium that the grate lies next to, and where a tenant is using entirely too much TIDE. This street is about two blocks from where I live, so I see these bubbles almost every single day while walking by. They make me giggle.


Take a look….


Ah yes…city life.

Between the jackhammers and the bubbles, I feel like I’m living partially in HELL and partially on the LAWRENCE WELK SHOW.


Wishing you a BUBBLICIOUS weekend everyone!
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