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.
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.
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