I had just finished two things, 1) catching the tail end seconds of magic light time and 2) thinking about Deb's comment about my peace being shattered by holiday fireworks, before the aural assualt started. Thumping, pumping, throbbing bass across the water...oh no, the party house is open!
I love this house, which was built at night due to the laws being broken (too close to water and mangroves), building it right over the water, again. It was a post hurricane wreck and new laws should have kept it from being built. I think they even had to tear it down a couple of times. But weekend nights the hammering would commence and finally it was done and has stayed done. It's even painted in colors I like, which is a considerable thing.
It's the ultimate water house, with the front and side opening up wholly to the water, and a nice dock for the go-fast boats and water toys they keep there. They aren't rude with their boats (at least in this part of the bay), but they are seriously rude with their music. Maybe it's because this sort of music makes me want to rip arms & ears off of bodies (and they say music doesn't incite violence...not true). I can truly use the word despise to describe how I feel about this music and that is without even understanding the words. Luckily. And it's the music of choice each holiday they open the house.
Maybe I'll just retaliate with the cd Chant. My speakers wouldn't make a dent on them, but I'll enjoy the thought of it...unless I take my own advice and hold on to that magic light moment (and maybe decide to let those kids live to see 2009 - the jury is still out).