today
Today, one of the many sisters who live two floors up called Anna a boy. Anna was wearing a white outfit with ruffles and flowers and a purple headband.
some days
The one rotund son of the family two floors up calls to his mother... (who is inside her apartment... with the door shut... two floors up...) while standing right outside Anna's window... while she's napping... some days.
most days
The woman upstairs vacuums her whole apartment. At 9:47 PM. most days.
every day
Every day, the one rotund little boy who lives two floors up tries to throw his soccer ball up to his apartment... two floors up.
Every day.
Every day, the ball lands in our patio, often after crashing into the door.
Every day.
Every day, the rotund little boy is shocked! With wide eyes, he stands there. With his hands over his open mouth, he doesn't know what to do.
Every day.
Every day, we go outside and throw the ball back to him. "Sorry!" he squeaks. Then he runs away.
Every day. Every day.
Won't you be... please, won't you be... please, won't you be my neighbor?
8 comments:
Ok, that would drive me nuts, but thank you for the laugh early in my morning!
Reid says he wonders what would happen to that little boy's eyes if you came outside and stabbed his ball with a knife instead of throwing it back. Sorry... sounds like you are having a rough time. Hope it gets better!!!
This post had me laughing! Gotta love apartment living :-)!
I would very happily be your neighbor as long as I don't have to live in Houston. Want to come be my neighbor here in New Zealand?
Also, grrrrrr to bad neighbors! We had a couple that lived below us that was LOUD in their fighting and loud at "other things." They would do these "other things" and they would fight at bizarre times of day, like 2 a.m. or 6 a.m. on a SUNDAY. Then the male part of the couple moved out, and it was just the girl, and it wasn't so bad. But then that girl moved out, and now it's an older lady, which is just divine.
I feel your pain.
Our neighbor smokes about a pack a day sitting on his porch about ten feet from three or four of our windows -- including Elizabeth's. Thank goodness for air conditioning, or I might be even more angry about not being able to feel a cross breeze without gagging.
Oh my goodness. You write of the events much more comically than I'm sure they typically feel. I think that little boy is very lucky as I am sure most other adults/ children/ animals in his life are not as patient. Our upstairs neighbors play music that fills our whole apartment. Lucky for us, they don't do it during normal sleeping hours and they have good taste in music : ) A little suprise Tom Petty in the afternoon never hurt anyone
.. and you are MORE than welcome to move to Chicago and be MY neighbor : ) : ) : )
That sounds pretty annoying. My neighbors are pretty crazy and annoying as well. I can't wait until I can move to place with normal people. I'm sure someday you will too.
Hi Heather! You mom pointed me to your blog about the T-lets and I thought I'd say hi. When Calin was a baby the heavy-set boy above us would jump around playing hackeysack in his bedroom just above Calin's room while he was sleeping. Another neighbor would watch porn with door open so anyone could see. Another neighbor had a basketball hoop set up right by our bedroom windows, which would wake the kids at all hours of the day/night. And the hoop was backed up to our fence (who knows why) and so they were constantly ringing my doorbell for me to retrieve it for them b/c my gate was locked. My current neighbor walks into my house anytime I leave the door open to let air in. Last time she walked in while I was on the toilet-with the bathroom door open. She then started going through my fridge to see if I'd crawled through the attic space of our duplex (to which I can't get into except through her garage) to steal her special salami! What the heck!? I could go on and on about neighbors. I've decided I'm going to buy a house in the country. :)
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