Christmas decorations and bowling balls in July

My neighbor upstairs woke me up at 2:30 AM.  She was banging and crashing around until 3:00 AM.  I had to take a tranquilizer in order to fall back asleep.  Over the weekend she was hammering on Saturday and Sunday for about four hours each day.  It sounds like she was laying down a new floor except, it can’t be as this would be the third or fourth new floor she has installed.  Besides, we are renters and not allowed to install our own flooring. Perhaps she is building an Ark, like Noah?

The noises she makes are amazing.  Sometimes I just sit and try to imagine what she is doing upstairs.  There is the noise that sounds like she is lifting one end of a sofa up three feet off the floor and letting it drop.  Then there is the noise like a giant bowling ball rolling back and forth along the ceiling. Rrrrrrrooolll, boooom. Rrrrrooool, booom., except you, never hear pins dropping or a strike. Continue reading


Noisy neighbor solutions

upstairs_neighborSometimes I am angry at my deceased Mother for making such a big deal out of being considerate of our neighbors.  We lived in apartment buildings when I was young and Ma always was shushing me or telling me to not make too much noise, “There are people living downstairs.”

I remember buying a plastic bowling set with my allowance.  I couldn’t wait to set up the pins in our long hallway and play to my heart’s content. You guessed it. It was banned by Ma because it would “Disturb the neighbors downstairs.”

The people who live near my apartment apparently were encouraged by their parents to make as much noise as they could and the hell with the neighbors.  Or, they just don’t seem to realize that they are living with others. Continue reading

Speaking up or staying silent?

I live in low-income elderly housing and one-third of the people on my first floor don’t like me.  My crimes?  When the guy two doors down the hall had loud booze parties for 3 – 4 hours a day starting at noon I put up with it for about two months and then politely asked him to please keep his door closed.  You would think I slammed him over his head with a boulder.  Where has courtesy and consideration for one’s neighbor gone?

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