Warm weather finally arrived, leading me to actually open windows and storm windows both.
We have a new family moved in across the street late last fall. A nice couple, look to be in their late 20s, with a 4 year old son, 3 year old daughter, and a third child of unknown sex only 4 months old. A couple weeks back the father put up a really nice swingset/jungle gym/slide/‘fort’ type thingy in their side yard. This immediately became a child magnet as you can imagine – every morning about ten a.m. at least three cars arrive, decanting handfuls of children to the playset while their moms head inside, presumably to coffeeklatsch.
I thought this was fine. Great, actually. Nice to see children playing outside instead of staring at television. Nice to see children playing made up games of their own devising instead of being regimented into some pre-pre-pre-school soccer league or whatever.
And then, Saturday morning I opened the windows that had been closed since last November…
Migod. How can beings so small possibly produce sounds of that magnitude??? How loud, you ask? Well, there’s a military airfield roughly 1 1/2 miles from here. This band of kids utterly drown out the sound of even jumbo cargo planes taking off! We haven’t had any fighters using their afterburners lately, but I’ll bet we wouldn’t be able to make those out, either.
And I’m not talking about random bursts of noises. Like, one of the kids scores at whatever their game is and celebrates and the others boo or join in, and then it gets relatively quiet until the next outburst. Nope. It’s more or less continuous noise-making-for-the-sake-of-being-noisy.
In several flavors, too. There’s one little blond boy I call “The Roarer,” because that’s what he does. Mouth wide open, a continuing shout of ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH! ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH! ARRRRRRRRRRGH! Two of the little girls are shriekers. You know, that single-noted ‘EEEEEEEEEEEEE’ that goes on forever, at exactly the pitch to make every filling in your head vibrate until they and the rest of your teeth shatter into dust? Yes, like that. The rest of the usual gang are change-up noise makers – shoutings, screamings, wailing, animal noises…
I really, really don’t want to complain to the parents. As I said, I think it’s marvy that they have active children who play outside. I just wish the children came with a volume control.