At about 3 o'clock this morning, at least ten huge vans arrived on my block. From these vans descended a crew of about twenty (which would later increase in number) to begin setting up what will be the "Chestnut Hill Arts Festival." From their trucks they unloaded many, many tables, and many many metal poles and other materials that made very, very loud noises as they came crashing down on the very quaint cobblestone streets. I remember driving through C. Hill before I lived here thinking that those cobblestones were adorable, having no idea that each car would make a different and very loud sound as its structure crossed the cobblestones.
I digress.
The metal poles were being used to erect many, many tents right outside my bedroom window which faces the Avenue. The many, many tables were being used as stations for the Art Festival also outside my window.
Did I mention this began at 3 A.M.????
As my weary eyes watched the crew scurry about, setting up, and many people congregating outside my window, I felt compelled to open the window and sing, "Don't cry for me Argentina, the truth is I never left you...." I was however, too tired.
I used the air conditioner as a buffer from the multiplying sounds (in noise level and in types of sounds) and fell back to sleep, finally. When I awoke, there were many ghosts set up outside, facing my window, holding signs that said, "Boo!" Eerie.
This is life on the Hill. There are always events, people, noises, etc. That is, until about 6 o'clock when all of the stores shut down. They begin again at about 3 am, not necessarily with such chaos as tonight, but usually trucks bringing food and such to the neighboring restaurants. Or, it could be the Cat clinic alarm going off at all hours of the night (they are the building next door to me). Could it be? A cat burglar?
And somehow, I've become strangely accustomed to this life on the "Hill" (as they refer to it). I kind of love it. There is always something or someone to observe, an event to partake in, and beautiful places to walk. As loud as the night was, there is a very fun Art Festival right outside my door!!! That's pretty great.
