My apartment has two rooms: one big main room with an open kitchen and sitting area, and then a bedroom. The main room is extremely quiet, nothing but the hum of the refridgerator. The bedroom is also quiet, but one side wall lines up with the neighbor's bedroom wall. The first two mornings in this apartment, his alarm woke me up. It is set for 8.00. I can make out the words of whatever song is playing on the radio station his alarm is set to, that's how clearly I can hear through the wall.
This isn't really a problem as he is a quiet neighbor and seems very respectful. I am a little worried about the baby crying at night and keeping him up; I think I might have a talk with him if I sense it gets to be a problem. For right now, we have a few months of relative quiet to enjoy, first.
Yesterday was an exhausting day, I can't even express how tired I was by the time I got home. I've noticed that I am slowing down some now, yet I think I am still doing just as much activity. I'm not sure how this is working out mathematically, but it means that I am steadily more and more exhausted each night.
Last night, I got home about 8.00-ish, talked on the phone some, and then opted to settle in bed for a bit and watch the second half of a "Prison Break" episode that I had had to cut short a few days prior.
I watch everything on The Boy's laptop, and I attach headphones to save him from having to listen to the tinny sound of escaping convicts. Occasionally, we'll talk a bit while I'm watching, so I leave one earphone in and one out so that I can hear him if he calls to me from the other room. He'll often just shout out requests for translations, which I provide, but I often have to ask for him to repeat the word in question as I'm usually a little distracted by the action on screen.
Last night, I thought I started getting some weird sort of interference on my earphone, and I plugged up my free ear to double-check if I was hearing correctly. No, no, the muted noises I heard weren't coming from the laptop, so I paused the show and tried to figure out where they were coming from. Suddenly, I recognized all-too-clearly the sounds of my neighbor and his girlfriend in bed. It took me about 2 seconds to figure out what was happening because, as I have said, I can pretty much hear everything.
I jumped up and ran into the other room and said, "Hey! Guess what! You can hear the neighbors having sex!" The Boy looked at me like I was crazy and said, "I'm working..." but giggled a little to himself. I clarified, "Remember how clearly you can hear the radio? This is just as clear!" And it's true. I definetly heard the intimate details of their love life for those 10 total seconds it took me to both hear and understand what the ruckus was.
So then, being a perv, I ran back into the bedroom to double check.
"Oh. Well. That didn't last long," I said, curiously disappointed.
So I might have a harder time having that is-the-baby-bothering-you conversation with him in a few months. I mean, now that I know something so personal about him. I feel a little sorry for his girlfriend, too.
I can hear my upstairs neighbor and his girlfriend having sex. They yell pretty loudly.
The worst thing is, one of my students revealed that this woman is his sister. Now every time i see this kid, i think of how loudly his sister screams when she's coming.
oh oh--gnarly... boy, is Romulus going to surprise mr minute man.
I had a neighbor in Paris that was insane, really certifiably insane and we had those paper walls. She cried all night long and then cursed at the top of her lungs inbetween sobs like a teretes (sp?) person. In the morning she took her meds, and began singing. But she only knew one line of the song. Over and over and over and over again. This is when I didnt have a job and stayed at home all day. (I almost went insane listening to her).
The nice men in the white coats finally came and took her (after i did some feng shui tricks to make her go away) gahd.
This is the funniest story! Dontcha just hate thoise kind of uncomfortable neighborly noises? The ones that make you sort of cringe as you pass them on the stairs?