Tuesday, December 17, 2024
One Day At a Time
I live in a large, pleasant, secure complex, with trees, grass, and beautiful succulents in front of a big sliding door on the ground floor. One floor up, for as long as I have been here, a woman has thumped out a song, "One day at a time, Sweet Jesus." She has played it over and over and over, perhaps as many as 100 times in a day. During the last week, management distributed fines for inappropriate disturbances of the peace. Sweet Jesus went completely quiet. OBSERVATION: I can understand how people might listen to the same song a few times ... but hundreds and thousands of times?
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