It's not just me. Everyone is awake tonight, keeping me company as I sit out back. Trampled by Turtles is playing quietly on my phone, any quieter and it wouldn't be playing at all. In the background is where the real music is playing though, crickets and frogs singing accompanied by a firefly light show.
Literally as I finished that sentence, the AC Compressor kicks on. I wanna take a hammer to it, not just for the noise, but because I hate air conditioning. I hate feeling cold in the summer, I hate artificial air blowing in my face. I hate how something that is supposed to keep us cool ironically contributes to global warming.
I remember the first time my wife and I took a car trip together. We fought over the AC in the car. She wanted it on, I wanted it off. We somehow, without speaking about it, came to a compromise. When she got too hot, she would turn it on. When I got sick of it, I would turn it off. Back and forth we went for miles and states, hours and days, not passive aggressive, but a silent agreement.
That's what our marriage is in general. We don't fight, just find a way around things in a manner that is agreeable to both of us. We have little arguments of course, but nothing that ever lasts more than an hour or two, let alone days, and when they're done we don't even remember what got us mad.
They're cutting my hours at work soon, down to half, no way around it. I am so thankful. Now I have time to job hunt again, try and find something meaningful. It's so hard to do when you're exhausted from work, day in and day out. I'll have to find a part time job in the mean time. I have to keep making that money, saving every month for that house. I owe it to her. I owe it to me. Hell, I owe it to the dog.
The compressor just went off. It's weird, I didn't know how loud it was until it stopped. Now there's just the crickets, the frogs, the fireflies, and me. Out in the darkness, who knows what else? Raccoons? Coyotes? They're welcome to be there. They're good company, even if I can't see them, can't hear them.