I’m a good neighbor. I’m ultra considerate when it comes to making noise. If I mow on Sundays, I don’t mow until noon. If I run power saws or drills or other tools, I don’t run them until after 10. I don’t crank music loudly, and if I’m listening to music outside, it’s with my .mp3 player; I would never even think of taking a boom box outside and cranking it.
Many, many people hate this time of year because of the noise of fireworks, which, in Portland, means illegal fireworks. Washington has pretty liberal laws, and the Indian reservations have some fantastic fireworks. So, my 'hood, throughout most of June and a bit into July, sounds like a goddamned war zone.
And I love it. I never get tired of the noise of firecrackers, mortars, roman candles, and bottle rockets. I can even fall asleep to the sounds. If they go off while I’m asleep, I’d never know it because they don’t wake me up.