Monday, January 21, 2008

Honeymoon is over.

We lived here for 6 months before anyone moved in above us. We were spoiled. We were cushioned from noise of any kind. Our only neighbors were two floors up and no one was below us. It was incredibly quiet.

Now we have neighbors directly above us. They test the pocket doors constantly. Do they still open? Yep. Do they still close? Yep. They clomp around in boots. They talk. Oh my god, the talking. It's a constant hum. This is a problem because they aren't yelling, they're just talking.

When we do sell this place, we're going to have to ask them to be very, very quiet, or else no one is going to buy our apartment. I wouldn't, if I heard how thin the walls actually are. I thought they used to make walls so thick! Anyway, now I understand about the rule they have in apartment buildings about putting down rugs in 80% of the apartment or whatever.

Would it be out of bounds for us to say, "let's all agree to take off our shoes at home"? I think not. I'm not saying there needs to be a rug rule, because the hard wood is nice to look at. And we don't have any yet.

But the 4th floor peeps have a big rug in each room and they don't wear their shoes inside, so 3rd floor peeps probably don't realize how loud it could be.

Jeff is watching a concert on TV of a band called Metric. Their sound is okay. But I'm guessing that a lot of their appeal comes from the skinny lead singer wearing a short white dress and no bra.

2 comments:

Step said...

I love Metric. I must have listened to their albums hundreds of times by now. But I have _no idea_ who is in the band. I don't know their names or what they look like. The hazards of following a band in the age of the digital download!

Mim said...

I grew up living in an apartment in Chicago. Ground floor. Even though no one was below us, Mom made us be very quiet. I even learned to play the piano quietly. Ever hear quiet "forte?" I could do that. As an adult, I took lessons and the teacher kept trying to get me to play louder. It was difficult. Don't you wish your new upstairs neighbors had had MY mom growing up!?