The weather has finally turned and it looks like we will have spring in my part of the world after all. Yesterday dawned sunny and warm, and this is supposed to continue all weekend and throughout most of next week. As I type this, it’s currently 23 degrees Celsius and I live pretty close to the beach, so it’ll be hotter the further inland you go.
So last night was the first night in a long time that I could have my bedroom window open. I still had a hard time falling asleep (insert shout out for menopause here), but at least air was circulating and I could breath comfortably.
Naturally, when windows are open, you hear all kinds of things that normally are inaudible or at least muffled. Like traffic. Or the pizza restaurant across the street. You quickly get used to it, though.
But what I will NEVER get used to is being woken up at 8 am on a Saturday morning – which is, by the way, one of the two days per week that I get to sleep in. This is important when you are a person such as myself, who is often wide awake for a couple of hours in the middle of the night or who takes a couple of hours to actually fall asleep in the first place. I need to catch up on the sleep I am missing when either of those two situations occur. That would be three or four times each week. Roughly calculating, I estimate that I therefore need to catch up on maybe eight hours of missed sleep on the weekend.
Being rudely awoken at 8 am on a Saturday morning, no matter how beautiful said Saturday is shaping up to be, is NOT the way for me to catch up.
And what woke me up? My stupid next-door neighbour, that’s what. And how did he do that? He was outside in his back yard (which is next to my back yard, which my bedroom window overlooks) clipping his effing fingernails!
If there is one sound that I (possibly irrationally) detest, it is the clipping of fingernails. Aaarrrghh! I don’t even like hearing it when I’m doing it myself or getting my nails done at the salon. I mentally and physically cringe when I hear that sound.
And there was my cretin of a neighbour clipping his fingernails in his backyard at 8 am on a Saturday morning. Who the hell even DOES that?!? What a completely ridiculous thing to do! I can just imagine that his patio is a sea of ugly little fingernail clippings – gross! He probably does his effing toenails out there too – even more disgusting!
And think about this: my hearing is so very attuned to a sound that I hate so very much that it actually woke me up this morning.