Sultry Sunday

I’m not sure if it is the finish of Saturday or the start of Sunday that has me angry. I told you in the last installment that I was able to find some sleep around ten bells. As it turns out, that was a fairly short lived phenomenon. I was awoken about quarter past high noon to the sound of some shouting outside. At the sound of the clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. There was an older Indian couple arguing with a younger man on the lawn of the new neighbours. That seemed odd to me. Then the music started. A very bass heavy ensemble blared out incessantly for the next forty five minutes. I suspected that perhaps my new neighbour moonlighted as an amateur disc jockey. My level of satisfaction for how the night was progressing took a fairly negative turn at this juncture. After boiling my internal pot of rage to a consistent rolling boil then rationally deciding that it was their first night in the house and they were in a celebratory mood that I would find some ear plugs to wear in my own home and let it slide. I was able to snooze again for a bit and woke around 1:30am to the booming bass and then again around 2:15am before finally finding quiet shortly after 3am. I assumed I would sleep in and we’d put the whole affair behind us. Nay-nay. Up at 7:30am and ready for the day. I was not impressed. I forced myself up around nine in the morning and decided to prepare my now traditional Sunday special. The cheesey chorizo and bacon scramble wraps.

With my guts jam packed with gooey goodness I descended to my lair. I played some NHL20 to calm my nerves then I ascended to work on previous Musings and my Microsoft Solitaire Collection. Having got everything caught up on those fronts I was in a better mood. I decided that I need to spend some time on the book that has been adorning my nightstand for the last month or so. I picked it up and didn’t put it down until it was finished. I read for a large portion of the late afternoon and evening. I was able to finish it off just after nine at night. We’ve covered off a twelve hours span in only a few short sentences. Dinner was in there but it only consisted of some dill pickle mini rice cakes from Quaker and a Pepsi. Not over nutritious but definitely delicious. The main advantage is that I could consume that using only one hand so that I could hold the book steady with the other. I was all nestled in and ready for bed at quarter to ten and then the bass started again. I was not happy. I donned my ear phones immediately and with some difficulty I was able to slink away to the land of Nod but some rage was present. I resurfaced closer to eleven and the ruckus had subsided. I really hope this isn’t a tread with these new neighbours.