1) The pop and scream of the brass in Blood, Sweat & Tears music.
2) The strain and whine of the garage door opening signaling that my husband is home.
3) The quiet and joyful humming of my daughter clearly delighted by her own ability to figure out basic algebra problems.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
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Well, now that I know that, I'm glad I didn't lubricate the hinges of the garage door!
You bring up a good point. It's not really the sound of the garage door that's a good thing. It's more of a Pavlovian stimulus to the good thing that always follows.
In fact, when you go get the mail before you come into the house, I start to drool. It's ugly.
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