perjantai 19. elokuuta 2011

Thin Walls

I live in a third floor apartment and quite contrary to the custom I have befriended or at least made acquaintance many of my neighbors.

On my right is a family with three kids. We go back and forth to kids birthday parties and play together on the sandbox. On the left lives a very good friend of mine. I use to call her The Catlady, but unfortunately her cat was very old and is no more. On this floor there's also an old maid who sometimes gives little gifts to my Kid. And then there's the mysterious bachelor. I don't even know his name but we always say hi.

Downstairs lives a single mom of two whose ex lives in this same block. Convenient for the kids, I must say. Also there's a young couple that's been married since last fall and they are getting their first baby very soon. On the bottom floor lives a young woman who sings and plays piano. And she's good. No Für Elise for the nth time wrong. She also has a small dog.

Upstairs we do have that mandatory black man. In case this would be a soap opera. You know, just to prove that the program isn't racist. We do lack the queer with feather boas and glitter, but this whole part of town is known to be popular with queers and artists, so maybe we can be forgiven. And we do have two thai massage parlors on the ground floor.

I almost forgot! The Party Guy above me. We say hi, but he looks embarrassed. It might be my fault. At least four times he's been so drunk he has tried to open my door with his keys. Two of those times I got bored listening the noise from the door, so I opened it and told him to go one floor up. And then I teased him about it afterwards. *mwahahaa*

I absolutely love to live here. I love my neighbors, I love this neighborhood. But sometimes the noise gets on my nerves.

Three kids next door are the most obvious. Though the youngest ones have finally stopped their midnight arias. Downstairs kids are quite good at developing their lungs too. Very pro-communication are the girls from the thai massage parlors. I wish I'd understood them when they're yelling at their pimps. The Party Guy watches football. Do I need to say more?

I refuse to complain. (Except here.) This is life.

3 kommenttia:

  1. You're not talking about our dear old cat in a harness, are you? :(

    Aaand, you should learn just a few phrases in thai/whatever their language is, just to mindfuck them >:)

    VastaaPoista
  2. And I only have the neighborhood children in our backyard and couple of drunks in the neighbor house. On the other hand, I don´t WANT TO know anyone, because most likely I´m the noisy one... ;-D

    VastaaPoista
  3. Not sure what cat you're referring to mAlice. Yes, neighbor's cat who use to walk outside in harness in summertime. There was just too much health problems for such an old cat.

    Maybe 'Shut up!' in thai?

    -kummitus-, that's one of the reason's I refuse to complain face to face; I and Kid can use our vocal chords also to some extent.

    VastaaPoista