carol ott online: life and work in pigtown

…when your next-door neighbor’s house is being robbed, and all you can do is complain about the noise level coming through the wall.

I feel like the worst neighbor ever.

Yesterday afternoon around 4, I was laying on the couch…trying to take a nap…and thought the neighbors on the other side of me had workmen on their back deck doing some work.  They’ve been renovating their house — not terribly noisy, but enough to know someone was over there working from time to time.

Only…the noise I heard yesterday was actually coming from the neighbor’s house on the other side of me.  Crashing and banging around.  Loud.  And in my Sudafed-induced fog, I got off the couch and muttered something about “the one time I actually want to take a nap…” and went about my business.

Had I gotten off my ass and poked my head out the window, I probably would have surprised the burglars and chased them away.  I feel terrible.  I vow to go back to being That Neighbor again, the one who looks out the window from time to time.  Ugh.