I can be a repetitive person. A person of routine. There are phrases I utter with great frequency without realizing. This was shoved in my face the other day when, after interrupting one of Shiva’s daily barkfests at the back door, I overheard our downstairs neighbour mimicking my words. I guess I do say the same thing almost every time. No doubt it would get annoying.
The challenge is, we share a Queen Anne revival-style home with thin creaky floorboards and sparse insulation. It is beautiful and I love it. However, the sound-related aspects are a problem. My neighbours may disagree but I think it is we who suffer the most. Between Stompy in the flat upstairs and the transient crew in and out of the basement suite, life in the middle can be awkward. And I mean that to the fullest extent of the word. Let your imaginations take you all sorts of stunning and icky places.
So when it comes down to it, I don’t feel all that bad about the the constant phrasings my neighbours overhear. If anything, we should start charging them for the free entertainment. My PH and I have some pretty wicked conversations.
Here is an idea of what you might hear at any given time if you tipped your ear to our walls:
“Cat! Caaaaaaaat! Stop eating yourself.”
“Do my pants really taste that good?”
“Sit! I said, sit. Ahem.”
“Go lay down. All the way. No really, all the way.”
“Is it time for bed?”
“Really Sheevs, really??”
“Voice box removal. We need to start saving now.”
“You worry too much.”
“Are you happy?”
“The city would make a killing if they put a red-light camera on that intersection.”
“Seriously? You seriously think that’s going to get you a treat?”
“We have the cutest dog in the world.”
“Shiva! C’mere! Want a treat?”
“There is nothing on television. Why do we have cable again?”
“Want a drink?”
“You are awesome, dog.”
I’ll let you decide who most often says what and to whom it is directed.
Do you find yourself saying the same things over and over again? Or do we just need to get out more?