Around the neighborhood.
I’ve been sitting on this half-drafted post for a day and a half for lack of time and now that I finally have time my point is ruined.
It’s been just warm enough to make the house stuffy in the evenings so I like to keep a bedroom window open at night.
A couple nights ago I woke up at 3am to the sound of a loud vehicle like a big truck idling in the street. After several minutes the noise was still there so I got up and looked and there was the new next-door neighbor’s moving truck which I guess must have just arrived after a long drive from California.
The noise when on for half an hour. I could hear voices. Insomnia issues aside, I’m not super precious when I sleep and can generally handle a little noise or some light or a flopping around spouse and barely notice. But this made me mad because it was loud, it went on and on and it was THREE O’CLOCK IN THE MORNING. What is wrong with people?
After a half hour I finally got up again and shut the window and the noisy truck eventually drove away. But I never fell back to sleep so I was completely brain dead the next day and couldn’t stop thinking really mean thoughts about my new neighbors whoever they are.
Bob went home this afternoon to let the dryer fix-it man in (don’t have the final word yet, but seems to be simple and not spendy fix – fingers crossed.) On his way out the new neighbor ran over to introduce herself. He said she is super nice and grew up in the neighborhood and is glad to be back in the area. He said she apologized for the other night but their moving van broke down and they had to be towed 50 miles to get home and that’s why they didn’t get there until the middle of the night.
What a bummer. I hereby take back all those mean thoughts.
My neighbors alarm clock has been going off from 5 a.m. to 6 a.m. every morning this week. I’m not sure if they’re out of town or just cruel. Anyways, I feel your pain. Nice, well-meaning people who annoy you are the worst. 🙂
At first, I thought the picture at the top of the page was meant to help us find and destroy the noisy neighbors. Then I read the whole thing. I’m still a bit out of it from exams.
The best friendships start with a bad first impression.
The first night at this house our truck (personal, not moving) ended up in the ditch at the end of the driveway. We didn’t know we had a ditch at the end of the driveway. So not only was there a moving truck, there was also a tow truck.
I wonder if the neighbors have forgiven us yet.