Sounds of Silence

I have a unique situation. I live directly across the street from a Catholic Church. Not kind of across, not near to, but if I had a piece of watermelon with 3 seeds and were challenged to spit one seed to its front door from my apartment window? Well, I would not need all 3 seeds. One would do it. That close.
Needless to say this is a very great source of people watching for me and also distraction...I do not have any qualms with the Catholic Church per say (ok I do but that is only because I went in one day out of curiosity and, in my attempt to light a candle for someone as I said a prayer, realized the candles were not real but were machines and I had to put in a quarter to get the candle to illuminate...but I won't go into that now because houses of worship are a personal choice and who I am to say anything? The world would be a better place if we all forked over 25 cents and said a prayer).
However, one activity takes place on the sidewalk in front of the church and I swear, it is the only time I have to reach for earplugs. What is this activity you ask? A meeting group for the deaf.
Let me explain.
I marvel at watching 10 or 20 men and women stand around and sign. This is a world I will never be a part of - hands moving a mile a minute. What are they saying? How do they do that? It is incredible. Then, their kids show up. Keep in mind, the parents can hear nothing. The kids, on the other hand...well, they have screaming matches, are blowing things up, shoot one another with super soakers and water balloons and oh yes, the radio...let's just say it is on a station with a pretty consistent beat. The parents in their silent oblivion, totally uninterrupted, sign on. And I, for that hour or so, have to remind myself that I am the lucky one. All of my senses work. But something about their bliss intrigues me.