Neighbors

Mostly, even though we live in a pretty population dense area, the view out our windows isn't bad.  Mostly, in fact, it's trees.

This is the view from the living room, looking out the slider:

It's not the best, but it's okay.  Out the living room in the back, though, it's just trees:

Davan has a nice view from her bedroom window.  She actually chose the smaller room because of the view.  We'd told her when we moved in that she could choose because she spends more time in her room than we do and we figured we could fit into either.  It turned out to be a good thing that we got the bigger room because it came with the bigger closet that we don't think we could manage without, as it has a lot of the family stuff in it - some camping gear, the vacuum cleaner, bike stuff.  

Anyway, this is her view:

Then there's our room.  From one angle, it's very similar to Davan's view:

Licorice enjoys the view.  However, from the other angle, it's this:

 

This house is a project in work.  The guy who lives here is out often, working on it.  When he is, we are treated to a running swear filled commentary.  Sometimes he and his wife (girlfriend? partner?) argue while he's working.  And he's a sight to behold.  I should try to get a picture, but suffice it to say that he's not slender and he doesn't really believe in wearing more than shorts.

Sometimes we find him bothersome, but mostly he's sort of entertaining.  A bit of flavor in the neighborhood.  Last night, though, at midnight, when he was out with his flood lights on, rustling around with plastic (presumably to cover up some projects before the rain came last night), it was really, really annoying.  I was having trouble sleeping last night anyway and this really didn't help.

On the other hand, our downstairs neighbors seem to be gone for the weekend.  They enjoy music turned up pretty loud and movies played pretty darn loud until late at night.  So, perhaps things even out.  If it weren't for That Guy, it'd be Downstairs' People keeping me up.  Perhaps I'm just looking to blame someone for the fact that I couldn't sleep. 

After all, I've adjusted pretty well, really.  The Downstairs' People's movie usually doesn't bother me, although it does still seem to really piss Anthony off.  And, as mentioned, That Guy is sort of entertaining.  All-in-all, it's just part of getting used to moving.  It's not like we didn't have loud neighbors before (the guy who had sports watching parties out in the back yard complete with plenty of yelling until all hours comes to mind), it's just different.  

Welcome to the neighborhood.