el reclamo de las bisagras

A blue jay is calling in the courtyard formed by the brick buildings behind mine; no matter what time of year it is, the sound always makes me think of fall. My spacey neighbor just interrupted, however, showing up with an ironing board & a fireplace screen someone gave her--then she did the very thing I dread about the former: opened it. Thereby releasing the hideous screeching that all of those treacherous devices seem to share. In order to calm down after this aural assault, I'm going to tell myself to be thankful that if there's an ironing-board mating season, I've unwittingly managed to avoid it so far.