Saturday, August 16, 2008

we interrupt this noise...

to bring you a pie. Peach-ginger-blueberry crumb. By the time I took a picture tonight, half of it was gone, but here is what is left. I must admit that it is outstanding; I have no recipe - I basically just winged it, so I will probably never be able to make it taste like this again. I cook the way I dye and print. It is 10:50 pm. I would like to go to bed. But there is a slight glitch. A VERY LOUD glitch. For the past 4 hours, somebody 2 blocks away has been having a birthday party outside. There is a dj who has been playing LOUD salsa.People are shouting with the loud music. I mean LOUD!!!!!! We hear it in our house. Our windows are open because it is cooler out than in and there is no point in running the A/C when we get a perfectly lovely breeze. But with the breeze comes this commotion that might as well be in our living room. Drums. Carryings-on. Thumping. Dogs barking in rhythm to the noise. Oy. I called the police when it started and asked if there was a noise ordinance. Yes, after 11:pm. Nevertheless, the police showed up and the music stopped for 30 seconds. As soon as the cops left, louder than ever. I want to go to SLEEP!!! Instead, I am listening to noise that is not even drowned out by the airplane that is now flying overhead. Sigh. I guess it's time to turn on the air conditioning after all...

8 comments:

martha said...

looks good~
I received your book and I am going to read it cover to cover! It, too, looks delicious!

Judy Sall said...

I have one word (actually 2) for you: ear plugs! I can't sleep without them! And the Peach bluberry crumb looks delicious!

Judy

Terry said...

The pie looks AWESOME. My Mom, the amazing pie lady, used to call this "dumptruck pie" when you use fruit in season and improvise spices and toppings. No two ever quite alike.

Hate the noisy neighbor routine. I hate sleeping with earplugs. Makes me feel vulnerable, like the house could burn up around me and I wouldn't hear the smoke alarm. White noise, like an AC helps, but damn! The neighbors oughta just be a little considerate. Been there.

Gail P said...

Neighbors! I've had too many drive me nearly crazy so I felt for you! Hope you sleep tonight!
Lovely looking desert. Thanks so much for the fast shipment of you book. I posted a little something about it on my blog.

Shirley Goodwin said...

I also cook the way I dye! And I hate inconsiderate people who think everyone should listen to their crappy music.

Helen Conway said...

Oh don't get me started on noise pollution. I am reknown for complaining about noise in hotels and from restaurants /bars nearby. If you are officious but polite and firm often it stops. Not always. Recently the primary school three streets away had a fate and we could here the winners of the prize draw in our house. then in Amsterdam the gay pride party included outdoor music that, despite being some distance away, drifted down the canals, seemingly amplified by the bridges into out supposedly peaceful houseboat. I decided my Dutch was not good enought to complain. anyway - I Like Dancing Queen! Com eto Quiltland. Noise is banned there!

Rayna said...

You all make me smile.

Linda B. Dunn said...

When we moved to Cambridge, our first apartment faced out onto the main street. Buses, 16 wheelers, car accidents, not to mention parade routes all went by.A drumming ceremony passed spring, and each August, a memorial bike ride - that's MOTOR bikes. Then just the city noise and the 16 wheelers. The first night I lay there thinking "I'll never sleep again." When we moved, it was years before my girl stopped complaining "I miss the buses! It's too quiet for me to sleep!"