A new wrinkle

A drum set. In fact I think it's a whole band, but it's the drums I hear/feel. As Dan always says, there is no volume knob on a drum set. In short I think the people living below us have a band. It being evening I'm trying really hard not to let it bother me, but boy is it getting hard. It probably doesn't help that I'm developing a head ache. I seriously don't think it's related to the drumming, but it's hard to separate the two. The dude(tte) playing isn't bad, not good either, but not bad. I only catch fleeting sounds of the other instruments so I can't attest to their level of proficiency. It sounds like they are playing covers (we're pretty sure Sweet Child o' Mine was on earlier). I guess I just see this going downhill from here. I'm used to living in a house and I don't particularly want to deal with the noise problems. You just don't bring a drum set into an apartment and remain on good terms with your neighbors. And if they have some sort of crappy (sorry I'm a little crabby about it right now) band put together they might just want to show it off to their friends in what will might just end up as a late night party of some kind. At which point I'm gonna blow a gasket.

I really wish we could afford a house, but I've pretty much given up on that ever happening. When we moved I thought maybe after a few/five years we could think about it, but I just didn't have a good grasp on the realty reality. Even if we could afford a house the property tax wouldn't be doable. Kind of depressing, but that's what happens when a small house in a decent neighborhood costs close to $500,000.