I told you something would come up.

So last night was frenetic at best, with us having a bazillion things to get done AND being in the final throes of Suess AND Bryan needing to get ready for his trip.  We finally took an hour to walk with each other, just a final few moments of peace before the frenzy began again.

After the walk, I sat down to my computer to begin some more work, and Bryan began packing.  Around ten, we decided to hit the sack.  Bryan’s plane was departing at six a.m., so I had hoped for an early bedtime, and ten was not really “early” by my standards.  He had to be up and out of the house BEFORE five, so I had hoped to fall asleep by 9:30.

We climbed into bed, cuddled in to our sleeping position, and turned off the light.

And then it began.

Let me back up and say this: I’ve told you about our crazy neighbor, Fern, down the street.  She’s been harmless enough. (Bryan said she came by yesterday afternoon before I got home to “pick up sticks” in our yard.. but whatever.  She can mow my grass, should she care to.) Our next door neighbors, however, are a young couple, about our age, who are renovating the house.  Themselves.  Which means that they’re not paying day-laborers to come and finish it during the day.. oh, no.. they work at night.  Or early morning.  On the weekends.

Now, up until this point, we’ve been fairly cooperative.  We smiled and obliged when, while we were unloading cars upon cars of moving junk, they asked us to not park in our own driveway so they could put scaffolding there to access the roof they were working on.  Okay, fine.  And we’ve been kind enough to not complain when THEY park in our drive way (their house does not have one) so they can unload closer to the worksite.  And we’ve stayed complacent when they begin roofing every weekend morning at five o’clock. 

And can I just say, that if you’re unfamiliar with the housing in and around Five Points.. when your neighbor is doing ANYTHING in their house other than walking and talking, you’re aware of it.  The houses are old, thin, and close together.

But last night, our insane yuppy couple neighbor began working with a PNEUMATIC FRAMING GUN at 10-FRIGGIN-O-CLOCK.  And continued until two-thirty this morning.  I am TRYING to be understanding and realize that, because they’re young and doing it themselves, their window of opportunity is somewhat limited as to what time they can get in there and work.. BUT DAMNIT, SHUT THE HELL UP!

So they stopped working around 2:30.  Bryan got up at 4:15.  So you can imagine how much sleep both of us got. 

On my to-do list today, among the travel and the IT and the publicity for Seuss, is “research noise ordinances in Five Points area”.  Because I’m gonna have this straightened out by the time Bryan comes back.  Nothing would ease the pain of exhaustion more than dialing the police tonight and having them step over there to silence the nail-gun-insanity.

What is it with me and neighbors?!