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Why? - Part Two
Wednesday, July 29th, 2009 07:14 amAttempted to go to bed at a reasonable hour - 10ish last night, what with the lack of sleep on Mon night and the early start to the day. However, as we were heading that way, the girl comes home and announces her mini tire blew out just down the street. Le sigh. La drama. Whatev. She's a big girl, she's made her choices this month, she's going to have to figure something out for herself before I shell out anymore cash.
Get in bed. What's that noise? Apparently M, the neighbor is doing something in his garage. From the banging around, he's looking for something. I'm sure it will quit soon (he finds it or gives up, right?) Wrong. Now there is the distinct sound of a grinder on metal. This goes on for awhile. A long while. I try meditating it out of my awareness. DH is working on his own issue (tooth pain) so the noise is worse for him, with the added bonus of sounding like a dentist's drill. (He did call the dentist yesterday, only to learn that the office is closed for vacation this week.)
Around 11:30, DH says, "I'm so glad M has nothing better to do than grind metal at this time of night," which is followed sometime after by blessed silence. Woah, my ears are ringing. Okay, we can do this thing. We both readjust position for maximum comfort. It's about 11:55. Then, I don't know what, but it sounded like a CHAIN SAW started up next door. "OH. MY. GOD!" DH jumps out of bed, puts on his slippers, and stomps out into our driveway.
"HEY! DON'T YOU KNOW IT'S PAST MIDNIGHT?! GET A !##$!#!!**% CLUE AND QUIET DOWN! Then he stomps back into the house still yelling about people thinking building a FRAKKIN BOAT in their garage in the middle of the night is a good idea.
Blessed silence again. I'm thinking the neighbors in at least the 3 closest houses to ours are quietly cheering for DH. Of course, sleep does not come easily to the justifiably riled.
Should be doing morning yoga, would rather be sleeping.
Get in bed. What's that noise? Apparently M, the neighbor is doing something in his garage. From the banging around, he's looking for something. I'm sure it will quit soon (he finds it or gives up, right?) Wrong. Now there is the distinct sound of a grinder on metal. This goes on for awhile. A long while. I try meditating it out of my awareness. DH is working on his own issue (tooth pain) so the noise is worse for him, with the added bonus of sounding like a dentist's drill. (He did call the dentist yesterday, only to learn that the office is closed for vacation this week.)
Around 11:30, DH says, "I'm so glad M has nothing better to do than grind metal at this time of night," which is followed sometime after by blessed silence. Woah, my ears are ringing. Okay, we can do this thing. We both readjust position for maximum comfort. It's about 11:55. Then, I don't know what, but it sounded like a CHAIN SAW started up next door. "OH. MY. GOD!" DH jumps out of bed, puts on his slippers, and stomps out into our driveway.
"HEY! DON'T YOU KNOW IT'S PAST MIDNIGHT?! GET A !##$!#!!**% CLUE AND QUIET DOWN! Then he stomps back into the house still yelling about people thinking building a FRAKKIN BOAT in their garage in the middle of the night is a good idea.
Blessed silence again. I'm thinking the neighbors in at least the 3 closest houses to ours are quietly cheering for DH. Of course, sleep does not come easily to the justifiably riled.
Should be doing morning yoga, would rather be sleeping.
