The Racket Upstairs

As most readers are aware, Martello is a world-class sleeper. Few can match his talents— though you know who you are. So it really is quite an accomplishment that our above-the-head neighbors managed to rouse him last night with the sounds of blasting classical music at around 2 a.m. As far as we know, we have not seen these folks (who we believe to be a pair), but we certainly hear them—usually only past 7 p.m. or so every day. We are starting to make up stories about who they are and what they do. But since music—either in recorded form or live renditions—usually pours down from their apartment, we’re going to guess that they’re “creative types.” Martello says that the materials used to build the apartment allow for enhanced echoing. Therefore, we can hear their every move. The music was just hysterical, at least to us, because you usually don’t encounter music blasters whose genre of choice is classical. Perhaps they’re thinking that our Naturally Occurring Retirement Community (with whom Trofie Wife is currently in solidarity), would be more understanding of this type of musical selection—or perhaps that they can’t hear it. Either way, someone else did, and we heard the duo turn down their speakers— and then about five minutes later, pick another tune (still classical) to blast. Perhaps they just thought that the neighbors didn’t like their first selection? They eventually turned the music off completely, and Martello and I managed to stop laughing and finally get back to sleep so he could make the early bus to the office.

As Mrs. Furley would say, they truly are ill-bred persons.

Baci e gelato,

Martello e Trofie Wife