What our upstairs neighbor might be doing
It's not easy, having your feet removed and replaced with anvils. But darn it, I'm going to find a way to get by. Now to practice my walking. No—JUMPING. That's the spirit, me!
If only the clog dancing studio hadn't burned to the ground. I suppose we'll have to use my living room. My neighbors will understand once they find out how much money our performance will raise for the third-world orphans.
MY BOOKCASE IS TRYING TO KILL ME NOT AGAIN OH BOOKCASE LEAVE ME BE OH GAAAAAH
This new therapist wants me to do trust falls all by myself, because if I can't trust myself, he says, who can I trust? He's the expert, I guess. I wish I could at least do them on my mattress. Or some pillows. Ow.
I AM GOING TO BAKE COOKIES FOR THE NEW NEIGHBORS! I AM SO EXCITED TO MEET THEM! I CAN'T STOP JUMPING! AND FALLING! AND LEAPING FROM THE TOPS OF THINGS!
You know, I think I'll hammer some sound-absorbing materials to my floors. So that I don't bother anyone else in the building. I know some people would say, wait until morning, get some rest. But there's no rest for the thoughtful. I'll hammer until 3 a.m. if I have to. Just hammer and hammer.










March 10, 2009
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Hey - maybe it's my husband getting ready for work at 5:30 am. Or my husband very quietly getting up in the middle of the night for a super quiet drink of water. Or that's where early morning garbage men go to practice their trade...
It could be worse, a friend of mine had a guy above her who used to fight with his girfriend all the time in between the attacks from the bookcase. Constant screaming and cursing. The worst part of the whole thing? After years of listening to this crap, he moved out the same weekend she did. She was ticked.
In other words, I feel your pain.
we used to wonder if the couple above us had a dwarf tossing league that revved up once the sun went down.
First, it was country music played loudly while gardening.
Then they installed a very loud garden fountain that sounded like a bathtub running. The first time I noticed it, it was the middle of the night and I ran, half asleep, for my bathroom convinced one of the kids had left the tap running.
The next family put a trampoline where the fountain had been. Shrieking children and squeaky springs and lots of garbage thrown over the fence.
Now they replaced the trampoline with a hot tub. They're loud enough when they talk but when they talk over the sound of the water jets, I can actually hear every. word. they. say. And they have the most inane conversations I have ever been forced to overhear. And the icing on the cake? The heater or filter or some hot tub maintenance thingy sounds like a giant refrigerator running on the other side of my bedroom wall. All night long.
Luckily, they haven't had loud sex in it. Yet.
Reminds me of this:
http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/min/733317143.html
All those times we'd complained about the noise, she thought there really were horses up there. Nope, just two heavy-footed girls.
But hey, as long as it pays...
The perils of moving back to the city...