Yesterday I confessed my intense hatred of wind chimes, so today I thought maybe I’d explain that a little. First, if you are a lover of wind chimes, please don’t be offended. It’s not personal. (Unless you move to my neighborhood and try to hang them. Then it’s personal.)
I was never attacked by rogue wind chimes as a child. I don’t believe they ever played a part in the ending of a past life, either. I simply despise them because they’re noise. Just noise.
Let me ask this—what would happen if I stood outside of your house in the middle of the night and clanged a bunch of metal spoons together? Or maybe rattled a bunch of wooden sticks? More than likely you would grow tired of it and call the police, who would charge me with a noise disturbance.
That’s all wind chimes are—metal or wooden (usually cheap metal) items tied together for the sole purpose of making a racket.
Do you find clanging metal or rattling wood soothing? Not so soothing you hang them from your bedroom ceiling fan, do you? No, you exile these soothing noisemakers to the outdoors, where you inflict their cacophany of sound on your poor, frazzled neighbors.
As I was drafting this post, Jaci Burton told me she loves wind chimes. And that’s okay. Because she’s my friend? No. Because she lives 1570.39 miles away from my bedroom window.
Note to self: Hide all wind chimes if Shan comes to visit.
I live even farther from Shan than Jaci, so I’m good, too. Although I don’t actually HAVE windchimes, but I do love them.
Within reason. Ones that sound like the bells clanging in a European cathedral might be a bit much, but soft, low ones, I like. :tomato:
I really wasn’t going to comment. Then I had this wicked idea of stringing up 6 chicken feet on a model and sending to Shan for a silent and even MORE repulsive windchime.
But despite the fact I’m probably about a thousand miles from her, I won’t, cuz she may never talk to me again.
I now understand your
I do like wind chimes but don’t own any. Well there is that one set that is like a kid’s toy in my daughter’s room but no wind is blowing and I really don’t think they work.
Never fear I won’t be sending you demented wind chimes for fear of their life.