Growing up in theBronxI learned to sleep through sirens and horns. When we moved to the country I would lie awake at night listening to the quiet. It took awhile to get used to it. With the bedroom window open I would be lulled to sleep by the cricket right outside.

Then we moved to a city in NC where we live now and I had to readjust to noise and noisy neighbors. When I would turn in for the night our neighbors would turn on their bad, loud music. So, I bought a sound machine to block out all the outside noise to make inside noise. It had several noises to choose from. A waterfall – got on my nerves. Rain – now I have great bladder control. Thunderstorm – first night I used it there was a real thunderstorm happening outside, so I had thunderstorm in stereo. When I woke I thought it was still raining, forgetting about the noise machine. Summer night – which they should call night in a rain forest. I like this one, but the croaking frogs are a little unnerving; I guess because I always think of my mother’s frog story.

When my mother first moved toFloridashe thought her house was haunted because of the mysterious prints on her bathroom walls. When she went to bed at night her bathroom walls were clean. When she woke up in the morning there were indescribable marks on the bath walls. She’d clean them and the next day they’d be back. It continued like this till she was advised to keep the lid down on her toilet seat as during the night a frog was jumping from the toilet and onto her walls, causing the marks. She questioned the advice, but having nothing to lose she did it. The next morning she woke to clean walls. Problem solved

I wouldn’t mind the frogs so much if I didn’t envision them jumping from the toilet onto my face. I can’t fall asleep with that image in my head. It’s not as peaceful as sirens and horns.

 

“It is a truly wise man who does not play leap frog with a unicorn”

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