ListenThings that could be heard outside my house this week: sidewalk construction; garbage pickup; local alcoholic cursing violently at a young person wearing a hoodie who hurriedly walked by trying to ignore him; group in minivan who at midnight brought free weights and an extra large speaker to the parking lot to lift weights while playing Olivia Newton John’s Let’s Get Physical at top volume as their friends ate chips and watched from the open back of the van; Sunday morning, at the synagogue, in a tent made to look like a palm hut, called Sukkot I’ve since been informed, a children's singer, amplified, singing Everybody Clap Your Hands, Clap Your Hands; Friday night on the sidewalk southward, numerous young men, northward, numerous young woman, who met in the middle and later, across the street sang an unfamiliar national anthem (Ukrainian maybe?); a long breakup between a loud man and almost silent woman; contractors blow-torching a roof on the block behind us, contractors jack-hammering refurbishment of parking lot also behind the house but a different building; Cantonese people delighted to meet one another at 7am on Saturday morning; neighbour singing fado quite well; car sirens 15 pips, twice; 2 fire engines, twice; air ambulance twice; Canada geese flyover twice
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