Earlier this morning I was ready rumble in the dead end of my street.
What's wrong with me? Why?
Because I woke up this morning to the sound of a radio d.j. at 6am, again. Sometimes it's music. It depends on what my seemingly nice neighbor has on her favorite radio station. (She smiles ... sometimes when we pass by on our little block -- we're city folk and not necessarily the chattiest of neighbors in general.)
I made up a story in my head she is a nurse, because she appears to get home around 6 am fairly regularly. I imagine she's peppy, getting off work after doing some hard good labor for others. She's enjoying her tunes, deafeningly loud in her car on the way home. The problem is, we can hear it through her car. through my closed windows and walls. (she has a great sound system.)
I once saw her roll home like this during the day, with her dogs (poor dogs!) in the car. But it was the day time, and meh. Whatever.
But 6am? Really? You don't think we can't hear you? You are really that self-involved?
And to give her the benefit of the doubt, I say yes. She doesn't know any better, because otherwise I would have to think she's a complete ARSE, whose parents should be called and shamed, STAT. Nurse or no nurse (remember I made this up) she's not very kind and compassionate or caring of others, now, is she?!?)
Also, I am not a morning person.
I opened my windows and leaned my head out to confirm it was her. I did not yell (though I imagine Manfriend was fearful I would) but that would make me no better than her. Then I slammed the window closed. I shouldn't do that either. It would suck to break a window because of my temper issues.
I laid there unable to think of anything else, but how that "young lady" needed a talking to (really I envisioned something a little more aggressive, but hey I'm not condoning my own unladylike thoughts).
Man Friend mentioned perhaps I need to work on my temper in a gentle non condescending way this morning, when I told him, I was disappointed I let stupid things rile me up. I know. I know.
I found out my quiet son has a temper, one that flashes especially for me. His father suspects it has something to do with my temper ... with him. So when I thought I was being helpful sending my son an email of an online flute/music resource to help him practice. He finished practicing and made and sent me this:
The apple does not fall far from the tree. We're working on it. It's not you, it's me ... etc.
But hey, I'm glad to see him use that iTouch for something other than video games and Minecraft videos.