Favorite Sound

[Ole Granny]

Around noon yesterday, my computer decided it needed a break.  Nothing I did would correct the problem.  After stressing for several hours, I called the cable company.  They could do nothing because the modem was not responding. 
Scheduled an appointment for 1:00 - 3:00 today.  My future grandson-in-law called this morning and walked me through the problem.  These were things I had already tried but with his assistant it worked.  i am on line again. 

My favorite sound must be his voice on the phone or the sound of the computer connecting. 
Amazing how much we depend on the computer.  I even had to get the phonebook out yesterday.

[kdfrawg]

I totally agree. Once you get used to it, you find that it can take the place of so many real-life items. You can find almost anything using one and the capacity to store things in them is almost endless. Sometimes I think that my memory problems stem from having everything in the computer and I therefore subconsciously feel that I don't need to remember those things any more. I can just look them up when I need to!

[Joanna]

Yeah, me too, that's why I don't remember anything.  Only it started in grade school when I figured out I could look up anything I needed in the library.  (That's my story & I'm sticking to it.)

My favorite sound is birds singing in the morning while I'm having coffee.

[Janet Harrington]

My husband's breathing.

A baby sleeping.

My mother talking.

I could go on and on and on.

The sound of my own words.  LOL

[MarineMom]

children playing

snowfall

the breeze in the trees

[Wilma]

Really, Janet, "my mother talking"?  What are you wanting?

My favorite sound:

daughters singing
piano music
all the little sounds that mean things are working all right.
not a favorite sound:  telephone ringing

[Rudy Taylor]

Echoes resounding across a small town in the autumn.

[Ole Granny]

This brought back memories of sleeping with the windows open while being lulled to sleep with the sound of pumping oil rigs in the background.  Very calming .  We did not own the rigs.

[emptynest]

In the late summer, the locusts.
The sound of the board bouncing at the pool and the children's laughter.
When I pick up the phone, and hear, "Hi, Mom"
Organ music played as a prelude at church
Birds chirping
Waking up to it raining
Old familiar songs from my youth that immediately take me back to where I was the first time I heard them.
The sounds of my home.

[MarineMom]

church bells across the fields on a sunday morning