After that last post, reader Lesley asked about the current state of NeighboRuckus '07. I want you all to know that I haven't been holding out on you; there's nothing to say because nothing's happened.
The good news is, I think I unwittingly sidled into a really good situation with the Menace Below. When I talked to FG the other day about going for coffee, she seemed genuinely interested. But when we left off, she said she'd be the one to knock on 0ur door, rather than the other way around. So I'm the good guy, because I suggested the meeting; she knows I hear her concerns and I want to help assuage them. But she hasn't come upstairs yet, and until she does she's powerless to complain.
She's still fond of cranking the stereo to tell us (and everyone else within 500 feet of her) that she hears us up there, having the gall to locomote from room to room. The last time she did this was a few days ago, at 7:25pm.
Seven. Freakin. Twenty. Five.
I've told her several times that TwoBert is usually in bed by 7:30, and you'd think a normal person would figure out the pattern and hold off on the impotent reprisals, since peace is so close at hand. But that's not her style, because she's two kopeks short of a ruble.
If she keeps up with the music, all that does is make it easier for me not to care whether the noise torments her or not. And each day, I get a little closer to dropping one of these on her doorstep.
