I use the flashlight app on my phone far more often than any of my actual flashlights. But I should make sure they still have working batteries anyway.
Ugh, our downstairs neighbor wants to come up and talk to the kids about how noisy they are. Apparently they were making so much noise he was banging on the ceiling. By running from room to room, at noon on a Sunday. We try to curtail really wild stuff and really early mornings, but, you know, small children, old house with wood floors.
Yeah, neighbors don't get to talk to your kids. You get to talk to your kids, if you choose. Property management gets to talk to you if the neighbor has a valid noise complaint (which, in this case, I don't think he does). But the neighbor does NOT get to talk to your kids.
And I say this as someone who currently hates her downstairs neighbors. I feel like it's just fifteen year old kids down there - slamming doors, loud video games and blaring tv. But since I've never seen them, I haven't
nicely
asked them to turn shit down yet. And during daytime, I realize I just need to accept them practicing guitar and loudish electronics. It's the nighttime bits that annoy.
What I ought to do is mention it to the property manager and see what the noise regs are here. If they have to pipe down after 10, that'll be enough.
I'm sure that living under me gives a false sense of how noise travels. I shut my front door quietly, never really close inside doors, take my shoes off as I get inside and walk quietly.
I think I just fixed a wonky drawer that has bugged me for years!
It's the nighttime bits that annoy.
If they sound like they're training Godzilla to drive race cars again tonight, I am going to go downstairs and be the Scary Goth Chick. I'll be polite, but I will ask them if they know about how sound carries.
Do we know what time either the game starts or the televised festivities start? I ought to call my parents today but I suspect interrupting football would be rude.
Kickoff is supposed to be at 6:30 EST, but I'm pretty sure the festivities started broadcasting sometime this past week.
Later this evening it will be then. Which will now entail me admitting to them that I'm entirely disinterested in the game. I'm going to Powell's instead. Commercials will be online if there is anything spectacular.
Earlier there was a moment of panic at my house when we scrolled through the TiVo listings to find Animal Planet...and it didn't come in!! But then we found another channel of Animal planet that did come in. Whew! Crisis averted!
My sister called this afternoon to tell me that my dad's boss (and owner of the company dad works for) died suddenly last night. Now, I hated the man because he was a raging asshole, so I'm not upset, just shocked. I'm more worried about how my dad's taking it since he's known his boss for 40 years (not so good, I think), and if he'll have a job once his boss's equally horrible children take over the company.
My upstairs neighbors in one apartment were three elderly people. One of them -- perhaps they took shifts -- was rocking a rocker during the wee hours almost every night. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
