I’m not generally a confrontational person. I speak truth when beneficial, but I don’t go looking for trouble.
And I try to be a good neighbor. I instruct the kids to not play outside until after 8 a.m. and not to sing with gusto while standing on top of the Jungle Gym . . . until after 9.
Confused about all the defensive statements?
Last week, I was ready to knock on the neighbors’ door. What I could only assume was a single-noted wind-chime was making . . . me . . . insane.
The chiming was faint, but definite. And recurring. And at times . . . it sounded like it was in my own bedroom. Obviously, the neighbors had a new wind-chime, and that thing was going to ruin my sleep (and obviously, therefore, my life) for the next who-knows-how-long.
I could try to adjust, buy earplugs, sleep with the pillow over my head . . . or just head over and kindly ask if they could possibly bear to remove their one-note-wonder.
I worried that the chime was a gift from a grandchild. But it didn’t matter. I had to be bold or end up turning into a crazy(er) woman. Besides, we’re friends and surely they would understand. Surely they would want to repay me for all of the times they likely heard the stage-whispered, “Quit hammering on your clubhouse, and GET back inside right NOW! It’s only 6:35 and normal people are still sleeping!”
But then . . . the next day . . . before I made my bold and assertive move, hubby said, “I think I figured out where the chimes are coming from.
It’s the hangers on the ladder in our bedroom.”
Turns out, metal hangers hung on a metal ladder, under a ceiling-fan, no matter how incredibly convenient and logical . . . make a soft, one-note, chiming noise.
The End.
Oh, wait. You’re wondering, perhaps, about the ladder in our bedroom?
You’re making inappropriate assumptions based upon the fact that just last week I had to defend and explain away the fact that an entire wall is one big mirror?
I know you are. Don’t deny it.
My little video camera (that I use for my DECLUTTERING WEBISODES), can’t be used on a tripod. So I set it on the ladder.
Totally logical and believable. And if you’re going to have a ladder in your bedroom for two weeks while decluttering your master bedroom, anyone with a Slob Brain will tell you that hangers will end up on it.
If you relate way too much to hanging things on anything handy, know that in the years since this post was written, I’ve learned a lot. And now I have a book. It’s the how to guide for going from completely overwhelmed to being able to manage your home without losing your mind. Find out more about it here.
I needed that laugh!
I LOVE this post! Nony – you’re amazing and funny as usual.
that was great! loved it 🙂
Oh Nony! I was wondering how in the world Normal Friend overlooked a ladder in your room. Guess if it was a tripod stand, she would have to overlook it for the moment. LOL
I was wondering how Normal Friend overlooked it, as well. LOL!
Awesome. 🙂 Hangers do make an uncanny stand-in for wind chimes, I’ve heard them myself in my own house and wondered who had the new chimes. 🙂 Good job sleuthing, and happy you didn’t have to yell at the neighbors. 🙂
That is so absolutely funny it’s unbelievble! So grateful you guys discovered that before you went to the neighbors.
BTW–hangars end up on everything in my house. bleh
Wow. I love you. I totally “get” a ladder in the bedroom with hangers.
Love, love, LOVE it!
LMAO!!! Uh-oh, big mirror, ladder, and a camera in the bedroom…. j/k I really look forward to your posts.
Haha! Great post!
I am very glad I finished my coffee before I read this post. Cleaning my computer would not have been pretty.
Thanks for the laugh. I was actually getting tense wondering how badly it came out with the neighbor.
That’s hilarious. Glad you found out before the neighbor thought you were nuts.
My slob brain chuckled and said, “Hangers are the ONLY thing that ended up on the ladder?” Ha! If that ladder was in my room, it would have been adorned with clothes, hangers, and whatever else I could manage to balance on it. I smile as I look at the shirt on a hanger, hanging from our floor lamp in our room. Uh huh. Wore my blouse to lunch, came home, took it off to put back on my t-shirt and hung it up… on the lamp.
Haha! Even almost two years down the road from that post (I’m reading your posts in order), that was priceless! I can totally relate! Thanks for the laugh!
I would absolutely LOVE an entire mirrored wall in my bedroom. Just think of how no matter where I stand I can see my whole outfit and how it looks when I walk this way and that.
Now, whether or not I used it as a headboard to my bed is another story.
love it! 🙂
Awesome! Made my day…..
Repetitive noise makes me crazy! Like evil woman. Windchimes are just evil repetitive noise makers! Even if they are your own, in your bedroom, on your ladder, oops!
I do believe that we are actually twins that were separated at birth!!! Thanks for the laugh.
NO WIRE HANGERS!!!! hahaha
I’m just thanking God that your hubby discovered the source before you marched over and pitched your fit! Phew! He deserves a special supper or something! you can imagine your absolute mortification?
Okay, here’s a story. One day, years ago, my family and I went shopping. In one corner there was a display of various chimes. Pretty cool, right? I began nudging them around, but they weren’t making any sounds. But I kept at it anyway, trying to hear their charming tune. My daughter grabbed my elbow, made me look at her in the eyes, and just LOOKED. I gave a soft gasp.
“Are these making NOISE?” I asked uncomfortably.
“YESSSSS!” lol
Such is the life of a woman who is losing her hearing.
oops.
My poor family.