The Rotten Silver Spoon

It’s 5:32am on a Saturday morning — and we’re awake. Why?

Because the next door concert started at 5:10am. Microphone (with feedback), amps, drums, singing, bass. You can hear it all over our house (not just in the back, where it is vibrating through the rooms) but also in the street, bouncing up and down the houses.

I turned up the kids’ white noise sounder, got Kate back down before she was up too much, and Paul went next door. (Third time this week.) The neighbor completely ignored it, again. So much for his initial promise of “it will never happen again.” (This is what he said after I showed up on his doorstep after midnight on a Thursday night with a blurry-eyed Kate in my arms.) Either he suffers from short-term memory loss, is a compulsive liar, or by “never happening again” he meant his apologizing.

We spoke to a friend of ours who is friends with a local Sheriff earlier in the week. Don’t know what has happened with all of that, but this morning we called the dispatcher (who could hear the music over the phone).

I think we are much more understanding at night. In the morning, particularly at 5am, we’re not so much. At this point, benefit of the doubt has flown out the window. As far as we can tell, all he has shown his neighbors is that he’s an arrogant jerk who couldn’t care less about anyone else.

UPDATE: 5:44am. Will, tired and cranky, is now awake.

Continued update: Kate woke at 5:50am. The music stopped a little after 6am.

The police arrived at 6:45am. They were very, very nice and quite understanding. They went to the door and were irritated that no one answered it after repeated rings and knocks (despite them seeing someone peer out the window at them) and clearly saw the equipment set up inside. We apologized for having to contact them and said that we had tried to settle things ourselves through talking and trying to ask for consideration, explaining that because it kept happening in spite of the promise of it “not happening again,” we felt as if we were being put in a confrontational situation. They encouraged us to keep notes, video, and sound measurements and to keep calling.

Later in the morning, I saw Said Neighbor. I said that we’d try to talk to him at 5 this morning. “Was it really 5 in the morning?” he answered. “5:10am. It woke the kids.” “Jeez, wow,” he uncomfortably offered, “it’s not good, waking the kids.” “No, it’s not,” I agreed. He gave another promise about it not happening again, I confirmed that this is exactly what we hope, too. Later, his daughter (who must have shown up this morning) came out and we spoke to her a bit (she is very sweet and I think was looking for a playmate.) And that was it.

This is a seriously sucking situation. Aside from the late-night (and now early morning) music sessions, he is a great neighbor. He’s fixed more in, on and around the house than the builder and owner — and did so very quickly. He’s generally nice, obviously easy-going. It makes all of this mess even more irritating and odd.