At least I think that is his name, my passive-aggressive downstairs neighbor. He’s sort of like Mr Heckles from Friends, someone who yells – and probably someday will pay visits- asking me to keep it down up here when I’m doing fairly quiet activities such as putting on my shoes or closing the refrigerator or knocking my head on the exposed beams in the loft area, all of which cause the entire building to shake. I’m not an engineer, but if putting on my shoes causes the building to shake, and I can hear the other neighbor’s phone ring… and his TV, and his yelling encouragement at people on the TV playing sports… I’m thinking that the sound level in here isn’t really something I can control while living normally.

This has been quite a one-sided and self-serving blog post.

And now back to doing jumping jacks in tap shoes right over Stevie’s bed. With the entire cast from South Pacific.