White Noise
The silence of an absence can be deafen when you're used to someone else occupying the same space as you.
At work I encounter this almost on a daily basis. Until recently I was the only person in the dye and craft rooms. Very little ambient noise penitrated. The dryer tumbling. The sewing machines humming in the main shop. The occasional burst of laughter or conversation. Time seems to drag in the silence.
The last week and a half the power's that be provided me with an extra set of hands. The we've worked in the same room together time pratically flew by. Conversation filled the time as our hands scurried over the growing pile of notes. (Honestly the sudden appearance of work after a whirlwind of fittings may have helped speed up the time as well). Days when we split into the separate rooms to work on different notes time slowed a bit, but the ambient noise drifting in from the dye shop as I worked on my notes and she worked on hers was comforting.
The quiet that used to be at work has infiltrated the apartment. Ross flew out to New York on Friday to be with family for his grandmother's funeral. It's hard not to be there to support him and his family, though I hardly knew the woman they are honoring. It's even harder sitting here in the ridiculous quiet. Just the presence of another person in the apartment, even when they aren't talking, fills the space from wall to wall. In his absence a dead silence fill the few rooms.
My i-tunes has been on almost none stop when I am at home, just to fill the space. Had we a TV, I'm sure that would be on for the background noise. In the quiet I have expected to be able to hear the roars from the stadium as the Vikings trounced the Cowboys. Apparently this stadium has better sound proofing than Rutger's stadium did. When I live in Jersey, even though I was farther from the stadium than I am now to the Viking's home turf, I could hear the cheering as clear as a bell.
And even with the music in the background the day drags on. I filled the time with some productivity. Yesterday I ran errands for the show I really wish I could just cut free from. Today I finished the renderings for this same show. Tomorrow, back to work. And the evenings filled with more tasks for above said show. The time will pass more quickly with more to occupy my hands and mind.
But alone in the apartment, it drags on.
Quietly.
At work I encounter this almost on a daily basis. Until recently I was the only person in the dye and craft rooms. Very little ambient noise penitrated. The dryer tumbling. The sewing machines humming in the main shop. The occasional burst of laughter or conversation. Time seems to drag in the silence.
The last week and a half the power's that be provided me with an extra set of hands. The we've worked in the same room together time pratically flew by. Conversation filled the time as our hands scurried over the growing pile of notes. (Honestly the sudden appearance of work after a whirlwind of fittings may have helped speed up the time as well). Days when we split into the separate rooms to work on different notes time slowed a bit, but the ambient noise drifting in from the dye shop as I worked on my notes and she worked on hers was comforting.
The quiet that used to be at work has infiltrated the apartment. Ross flew out to New York on Friday to be with family for his grandmother's funeral. It's hard not to be there to support him and his family, though I hardly knew the woman they are honoring. It's even harder sitting here in the ridiculous quiet. Just the presence of another person in the apartment, even when they aren't talking, fills the space from wall to wall. In his absence a dead silence fill the few rooms.
My i-tunes has been on almost none stop when I am at home, just to fill the space. Had we a TV, I'm sure that would be on for the background noise. In the quiet I have expected to be able to hear the roars from the stadium as the Vikings trounced the Cowboys. Apparently this stadium has better sound proofing than Rutger's stadium did. When I live in Jersey, even though I was farther from the stadium than I am now to the Viking's home turf, I could hear the cheering as clear as a bell.
And even with the music in the background the day drags on. I filled the time with some productivity. Yesterday I ran errands for the show I really wish I could just cut free from. Today I finished the renderings for this same show. Tomorrow, back to work. And the evenings filled with more tasks for above said show. The time will pass more quickly with more to occupy my hands and mind.
But alone in the apartment, it drags on.
Quietly.
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