Arriving by email this morning, was this announcement from Uber:
It lightened my mood. We have a new neighbor and I found it necessary to pay him a visit at a 6:45 a.m. to ask him to turn down his music.
We haven't even met so I ddin't want to start our neighborly relationship on a bad foot. Although, I could say, we're already there. He moved in sometime in early February during a week when we were out of town. When we came back, it was clear from the noises emanating though our common wall, that a new neighbor had moved in next door.
At first, I thought the noises were related to getting settled - moving furniture, breaking down boxes, hanging shelves and artwork. Moving nearly requires pizza, beer, and a certain amount of loud music. I cut him some slack.
The music continued for a week, then another week, and then we started to strategize about how we might bring this up to our new neighbor. He never played his music late at night but he played it rather constantly - in the morning, in the evening, and in all areas of the house. It didn't matter what room I was in, I could hear music through the wall.
This morning, at 6:45 a.m., before I even had my first cup of coffee, I decided I needed to pay the neighbor a visit. Was it any wonder he couldn't hear the doorbell?
A short while later, we went out for our walk and the Caffe D'Arte truck was parked right outside our door again. This time. the motor was running and no one was inside it. So tempting!
Then, this. Getting ready for work, I consulted my weather app. It featured animated rain behind a forecast of 0% chance of rain.
I think God was trying to tell me to lighten up!
Until 6 a.m. this morning when it started all over again. The music. This time, I went over in my Grinch suit.
Welcome to the neighborhood.
