I spent the day editing. And rearranging things in my apartment.
You, who also live in such places, know there are times when your fellow building dwellers are less than quiet, and so I set up a work space in the bedroom for my laptop and another get-away-from-the-noisy-dickheads area in the spare room. These are necessary escapes for the city mouse (I refuse to think of myself as a rat).
Back in Sunnyside, Cristian would drive me nuts with the reggae. Over time, we developed an understanding. He played the shit too loud, and I banged on the ceiling with a broom handle. Sometimes, he’d turn it down.
In this apartment, it’s the people below me. They feel it is their right to intrude on my aural space whenever they want to. This is particularly irksome at 4:30 in the morning, when they seemingly get up for work. Jesus, who the hell goes to work in the middle of the night? They were particularly obnoxious last night/this morning, banging around with purpose, because I had the absolute gall to ask them to turn the bass down.
Yeah, we know how that went. I’m surprised I didn’t get punched out. It isn’t only NYC that’s full of assholes. Hence, the redecoration.
By the way, I woke this morning (the second time, around 7:30) to snow flurries. OH YES, it was flying around out there, determined to vanquish spring. The weather here is like a roller-coaster, and not in the fun way.