In my house today, silence reigns supreme. It is almost noon, and I have been reading all morning, all about the Acadians. The phone rang and I turned the page of the calendar, and noted that it is empty. The only notation was the departure on September 14 to The Admiral Digby Inn to stay over night prior to boarding the ferry at 8:00 am on September 15, thus beginning our journey to the farm. Between now and then, our house will mostly be silent.
For me, lots of people around me is normal. For Ken, it is a different story. The sound of silence is what he likes the best. Our life is one of alternating the silence with the activity of people. Our farm in Pennsylvania in 1973 was designed to get Ken and the family out of the city and away from all the people. And we have settled in remote areas, other than our homes in Bethesda, Kensington and Chevy Chase, and our condo in Mississippi.
Human beings are perverse. We need and enjoy a time of silence, but not for long periods of time. Soon we want to be around people and their activities. Right now, our house is quiet, so I will go for a walk.
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