What would it be like to have absolute silence? The kind of silence that you get when you actually hear your own ears making that nondescript sound. No dogs panting, snorting, farting, no kids fighting, no cats mewling, no house creaking, no husband making popping sounds with his mouth appliance while he sleeps, just pure unadulterated silence. I actually put in my earplugs again to stifle some of the noise. On second thought, if I did have that silence, it would probably indicate that I kicked the bucket, lying tits up in a cardboard box anticipating cremation. I miss working outside the house, I miss the social life, I miss the lack of snorting that was at one time replaced by metallic crunching and screeching of cars on dollies. I miss watching the robots and the big robotic hands that were used in stamping. I would stand outside that area, waiting for my hubby and just watch the scary big hands grabbing the sheet metal methodically and without emotion. Man, I wish sometimes I was bionic, either that or had go go gadget arms. I guess all this stems from a few social snubs I have had recently. At first I chalked it up to "maybe they didn't hear me say hi", then I chalked it up to "maybe they were drunk", "maybe they were high" or "maybe in their family they weren't taught certain social moires", or "possibly they were in a bad mood" . Now I have decided it's a snub. On over five separate occasions with the individuals separately in question, I have said "hello" less than two feet in front of their faces, had direct contact, and they turned away. . . weird. Now, I remember taking my youngest to the park when we first moved here. I said hello to a frumpy mother sitting on a bench and she turned away, a complete 180. I am going to assume that all this is poor manners, and I am going to keep saying hello. Yet instead of just saying it, I am going to yell loudly. It's laughable really. Small towns are not always what Stuart McLean purports them to be (as my mom says, he lives in a CITY), and rural living is not always a Dan Needles Utopia. On another note, Facebook doesn't suck that much, at least I'm getting poked by something. I also received my Green Jesus Hanky in the mail.