I think of an airplane and I think of flying high. Airplane’s take us places faster than anything else on this planet. We can fly across the ocean from one continent to another an it only take hours instead of the days and weeks it used to with our ancestors.
Where my husband, Keith, and I live now, we live right next to the Air Force field and constantly throughout the day, and sometimes even night, fighter jets are constantly taking off and landing. When we first moved into our new home, it was kind of kewl to see these F-22‘s taking off and landing. However, give it a couple of weeks and it started to kind of get old.
You’re on the phone with someone and all of a sudden you have to tell that person to please hold for a couple of minutes as you can’t hear of the loud roar of the planes. It can be so darn loud.
And then our lovely Jack Russell Terrier. I love Cody to pieces. He is a sweet little dog, when he wants to be that is. But man, one of those loud jets making their noise can set him off to barking so incessantly. And it’s so annoying. He won’t stop. In order to calm him I have to call his name and tell him he’ll be okay. It’s like the noise bothers his poor little ears so much that he can’t help it. I wish that every little noise didn’t set him off but it does. It is what it is.
