Condo living, chapter 2

Living on the second floor of a three-story building is much like being a middle sibling. You have to deal with what the people above you do, and yet be mindful of those below you. In other words, its like being stuck between a rock and a hard place. Yep, that’s condo living.

Trin and I finally watched Kingdom of Heaven, which we liked, even though it was somewhat confusing as to who was who and where. We’ve been holding it on our Tivo since July and finally watched it late into the night. Right at the end screen that told us the Kingdom of Heaven remains elusive, our doorbell rang. It was 2:30 a.m.

It turned out to be Post Security. Someone – we can’t figure out who – called security on us. It wasn’t very neighborly, I know. I almost, almost feel like typing up one of those snarky, unsigned notes and taping it up on the elevator and the community board to tell whoever did so that it wasn’t very neighborly, but that wouldn’t be very neighborly either.

So I gotta just suck it up until we move. We’re working on it, all right?