Temp: 19 degrees
Wow! I woke up around 9:30, and it was raining! Darn... we've still got the tent set up in the back yard. the rain sure was sorely needed though, and I don't mind it in the least - the grass is just soakin' it up!
The rain tapered off by noon and everything dried up. We used the opportunity to tidy up the party aftermath indoors, but honestly there wasn't much to do.
I made french toast for breakfast, with fresh strawberries and icing sugar - yum!
Then in the afternoon, we went over to Carole's step-brother's place to see their baby Adam, who turns 6 months old on Aug 2nd - man, he's getting big!
After that, we took Carole's Mom and Brian for a drive out to Maple Ridge to show them some of the properties we're been looking at. Oh, I didn't mention that we've been looking at properties? How's this for a bombshell - a week after Carole decides it's time we got a dog, she drops this one on me : "Okay, I'm ready to move now, let's start looking at houses." Hooray! I've been waiting two years to hear her say that. I guessthe leaky shower and noise complain were just enough to boost her desire to the next level. So now we're looking at single family houses in the Maple Ridge area.
When we got home from the drive, I turned on my projector system to demo it for Brian, and played the "Swarm of Smiths" scene from The Matrix 2 - how long is that scene, maybe 10 minutes max? Well, just as it was finishing, Carole comes running downstairs to tell me that sh just finished having a nice chat with the next door neighbour who had come over to complain about the noise. SHEESH. It's SIX FRIKKEN PM and I'm playing a ten minute clip from a movie. Yeah, you're right Carole. Time to move. Thankfully the neighbour was nice enough to say "The noise was unbearable last night, but it sounded like you were having a party, so I didn't want to bother you." - Thanks! That would have been a bummer. So we've lived there nearly seven years, and you moved in four years ago, and only now you decided to start complaining about noise? Wasn't there some sort of precedent set during the last 4 years? She also has the nerve to say "Your piano playing is very loud also, but I can put up with it because the music is bearable. When you play the terrible rock music though I feel like I'm going to have a heart attack." So now I'm really torn... do we stop playing music and hope the complaints stop, or do we crank the music repeatedly until the complaints stop? I jest of course, I wouldn't wish a heart attack on anyone ... after all, it might not be fatal, in which case the complaining would probably be much worse after the fact.
Well, we've been looking for a new place anyway. This just enforces my case for acerage - mare space between us and the neighbours means more noise can be made with less complaints.
Posted by Calvin at July 30, 2006 01:47 PM