Kickass, the doorstop dog, reports that the keeper and Phyllis have a new appreciation for the summer sounds that come in through the screen door:
*The non-stop chirping of sparrows.
*The clang and bang of construction at the school across the street.
*The laughter and shouting of children from the playground at Wexford.
*The totally annoying jerk racing up Gammon with a vehicle so loud it generates thoughts of doing him personal harm.
*An intense discussion by a murder of crows, suggesting perhaps, a problem with fledged teenagers.
*The intermittent buzz of lawn grooming machinery.
*The wail of emergency vehicles, hopefully not making the turn toward Vista West.
The beep-beep-beep of something backing up somewhere.
The constant hiss and roar of distant traffic, causing the keeper to ask: where the hell is everybody going and will they ever get there?
The sound of a summer shower would be nice.