Usually, I like living near the sound of passing trains. It's comforting to know they're transporting various items while I eat, read, and sleep. Today, however, just for a moment, I became irritated. A train blew its horn while I was trying to listen to a David Russell guitar recording.
"The train is drowning out Vivaldi," I thought. Shortly after that, I chided myself for being cross. I thought, sarcastically, "Of all the nerve, warning people or animals who might be on the train tracks. The nerve of that train's conductor, doing the right thing while transporting goods that need to be transported."
After all, starting the Vivaldi piece again wouldn't have been that difficult or inconvenient.
