The Sounds of My Day

My days are starting to sound familiar to me.  Different from a lot of you, so I thought I would take this opportunity to share the sounds of my day.

I wake up in the morning to a buzzing sound. It only lasts a couple of seconds before it turns off again, then it starts again.  What is this sound?  It's my husband's cell phone.  Who is calling so early in the morning?  It could be a pastor, a friend, or family member.  This morning, it was a family member who wanted to borrow the drill.

Then, whenever the phone is silent again, we hear the roosters (they keep crowing all day long), and then our cat.  Meowing.  Begging us to let her in so she can have some food and cuddle time before it's light outside and the dogs get fed.  We let her in and quickly become annoyed with her trying to get our attention and we know that it is time to get up.

The voices from next door start rising as the morning goes on.  We hear the guitar's "Jing, jing, jing" and the voice of Daniel singing whatever song he is working on perfecting.  Lately, it's been "Allelujah".  We hear someone walk towards the house and the sound of "M'vin achte" (I've come to buy) followed by the response coming from the inside of Al's parents house saying "Sa ou vle" (What did you want).

The conversation voices continue along with new sounds.  The sounds of people working.  Construction of some kind happening in the area.  The mixing of cement, the pounding of nails.  The ladies laughing while they are doing laundry with the squishing of soap suds and water and cloth.  Then, the sound of cooking comes.  The pounding of spices, boiling water, frying foods in oil.

There's the random Mack truck that comes rolling by, the motorcycle with speakers that play music much louder than it's engine, and the ice cream truck.  I hear people calling out for each other or calling out greetings. The knocks on metal doors and horns honking in the distance.

As the day comes to a close, the work sounds die down, as does the conversation and the visiting friends stop coming.  The neighbor kids may decide it is a great time to come visit me though.  They knock at the door to my house and yell "Pa gen moun?" (which is the equivalent of "Anyone home?").  They come in and watch whatever it is that I am doing and, of course, ask for candy.

Finally, at the end of the day, I either hear silence and the quiet whirring of the fan above our bed, or I hear our generator faithfully giving us light until it's time to sleep.

My day is full of noises.  There are noises at night too...but maybe that's for another day!  :)