Friday, April 1, 2011
Almost everyone in our family snores but if it were a competition, my father would probably win the championship belt.
Whether he's taking his regular afternoon siesta or passing out out after an occasional drinking spree with friends and fellow municipal officials, he'd surely belt out a symphony of snores. In addition, he would also win the most creative and genuine award since his series of snores vary in pitch, tone, melody and tempo. Trust me, it's as if you're listening to an ipod shuffle. After less than a minute of soft, long and calmly delivered snores, it abruptly changes into sudden, uptempo shrills that later on resembles a fishing vessel slowly docking at a nearby bay.
Snoring is the vibration of respiratory structures and the resulting sound due to unobstructed air movement during breathing while sleeping.
Despite his relatively loud and distracting habit of ZZZzz-snoring, I still love my dad just the way he is. Come to think of it, without the snores everything seems to be incomplete. I'm not tolerating the boisterous reverberation especially when someone's in dire need of a good rest. It's just nice to hear a familiar sound every time you are home.