Take a look at the time stamp on this post. Go ahead, look at it. 4:50 a.m. We are up for the day thanks to our neighbor, George.
Once again, we were treated to the rodeo concert volume of country music this morning at 4 a.m. It was the same song as last time, too. 4 a.m., people. Seriously. I peeked out the window to see his back door wide open and our neighborhood black and white cat sleeping on the fence that separates our yards. How that cat could sleep I have no clue....the music was so loud. And how could I see this, you ask, being so early in the morning and dark outside? Because this neighbor of ours has this super-bright light bulb on ALL NIGHT LONG all the time. I've even put garbage bags on our windows to block it out. But, that's a rant for another time.
Ryan sleepily got dressed to go ask him to turn it down and I half expected to see him walking through the guy's back yard and in the house to turn it off since the music is obviously tied to some kind of alarm set to go off at ungodly hours. We thought that surely George just forgot to turn this alarm off before heading to his shift-work job. We were wrong.
The guy was home and was sleeping through the music. "Oh, is there music playing?", was his response when Ryan banged on his door and asked him to turn it down. Good grief! I wish I could sleep that deeply.
So, we're up for the day. Again. As I type, Ryan is eating a bowl of cereal and watching some cheesy 80's movie on HBO before getting dressed and wowing his bosses by showing up to work at 6 a.m. There's no point in trying to go back to sleep since I have to feed Liam at 5:30 a.m.
Any ideas on what to do about this? We're already mad at him for backing out of the sale of his house. We really don't want to have a bitter relationship with a neighbor because that's miserable for everyone involved, but I am at my wit's end with this guy. My sporadic insomnia does not help the issue, either, I suppose.
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