Seems the older I get the more noise, especially the useless variety grinds away at me until I feel like I will self destruct if I don't get away from it I will explode. I had one of those situations in my shop today. Ordinarily all the technicians are in the field on call and I can find some peace in my day. Just happened that 3 of them showed up here at the same time and their mouths didn't stop flapping until they left. If it was intellegent sounding conversation I might not mind so much but they like to joke around about taking shortcuts and give the impression from what they are saying that they are green and on their first day of repairing copiers when they had been doing it for 10 years or more.
On days like today I think about that shell of a school bus I used as a get-a-way place in the woods. Sitting in there all I could hear was the birds chirping and the leaves moving in the trees. I could think or just soak in the moment and enjoy the peace. Now all I can do is remember back wishing and hoping.
