Other than yesterday, we have been “enjoying” 90+ Degree weather for the past week or so. It has been sunny, which is nice, but I don’t haven’t had time to bring my window air conditioner from the attic yet, so it has been a little tough to sleep. Our solution so far has been to open the windows at night, which does cool the house off a little bit, but also lets us hear all the sounds of the neighborhood.
I also happen to live at the top of a hill that would be a worthy rival for any hill in San Francisco for the “Holy Crap, That’s Steep” Heavyweight Title. Any time someone visits my house for the first time, the first thing they ask is, “How’s this in the winter.” The Answerer is usually “we’ve never had a problem.” Anyhow, when you have a steep hill, people tend to drive as if they are driving in the Indy 500, roughly 300 m.p.h., revving the engine right outside by daughter’s window. Not the best match for someone who is a light sleeper (me) or someone (also me) who has a 1 year old that may also be a light sleeper.
Anyhow, it’s noisy, but we manage. In fact, my daughter has been sleeping through the night for the past week or so. I feel as if a Leprechaun has given me his pot of gold, as well as the keys to his Porche. There’s always a catch, of course. Saturday morning we were all sleeping soundly, when I was awakened at 5:00 AM by my neighbors singing the same song over and over again. It sounded as if they were right outside of my window. I would’ve yelled out the window for them to shut the heck up, but they wouldn’t listen. After all, they were birds and I doubt they would listen to a mere human. Of course if I’m awake, then my daughter is awake, and there’s no way you are getting her back to sleep. It’s playtime.