Usually noises bother me. A ticking clock, for example, can make me really crazy. Why does it have to tick? It doesn't really, does it? It could tick more quietly, right? Or the rattle in a car. I don't know where it's coming from but I do know it's invading my ears and driving me crazy. And I want it to stop.
Today, though, I was very proud of myself, indeed. I went for a walk with a friend and she jingled her keys the whole time. It wasn't a vigorous jingling, so it wasn't a jangling, you see, but she did hold them in her hand and let them dangle and whirl and jingle. Jingle jingle.
And it wasn't super annoying! Holy cow, my dears, it wasn't!
I am thankful for this glorious gift from the jingly angels. Now, when I substitute teach for the extra-noisy people, and they jingle their keys around (which they do a lot of) I will be protected by my jingly guardian angels.
Oh my. It gives new meaning to, "Every time a bell rings, an angel gets his wings."
Posted by dotty at May 29, 2005 10:21 PM