Grrr.

The weekends are hard for me as far as getting along with my neighbors in the house behind us.

The weekends make me hate them.

At least once a month there's some a loud party that starts in the early evening and lasts until about two ay em. I believe that I've ranted about the noise from these parties before.

And then there are the Saturday (and Sunday) mornings, like today, where someone from the house gets up early and begins to do loud outdoor tasks.
Like hammering on the pigeon coop that's right below our bedroom windows. Or using an electric saw to cut tin for the roof of that coop. This morning's favourite seems to be the use of the car alarm to tell time. Everywhere 5 to 10 minutes the car alarm would go off making it impossible to stay or return to sleep.
This has been going on since 7 ay em. There's nothing like waking up with a headache brought on by your inconsiderate neighbors.

Nighttime sounds

There has been rhythmic singing/chanting and drum playing coming from, I believe, somewhere on Winthrop Street for the past hour or so.

It is raining and the little red house behind us has all of its lights on and its porch doors open and over the rain I hear singing and clapping.

I don’t know if it’s a church or not but whatever it is, it is an jubilant offering to the Universe.

On Saturday mornings you don't need an alarm clock.

It's really quite interesting to go from one neighborhood's vibe to another.

Last night I got some amazing oxtail from Errol's and this morning I was awaken at 7:30AM by the sounds of my neighbor's radio as she cleaned out her van.

A little while later I was coaxed back out of sleep by the music of one of the other tenants in our apartment and while moving boxes around I was kept company by music on the street.

There was not this much music in Park Slope. Not this much sit on your stoop and hang out with the radio on while playing games kind of life.

I'm quite tired.

We have made the move.

And in the couple of days that we've been here full time we have tried Cafe Enduro (okay, but not nearly as good as Bogota) and K-Dog (not too bad and enough to satisfy my Tea Lounge jones), Sushi Tatsu III (Head and I haven't been able to spot Tatsu I or II) and my personal favourite, Errol's Bakery and Catering where they have the most delightful coco bread.

I've discovered my favourite of the two hardware stores and tonight we explored The Associated which specializes in West Indian and Carribean spices, fruits and other sundries.

Like this.


And this.

I don't even know what to say about the Aryan child on the box of Cream of Wheat in The Associated in one of the brownest neighborhood's ever.

Except, every time I think that I've got a handle on the situation The City throws me a curve-ball.

Still here

Well friends, I am certainly behind with this blog o'mine. But I am not quitting. I am allowing myself a little bit of slack during this time of moving stress.

So...
the B41 goes right from my corner (Hawthorne & Flatbush) to Grand Army Plaza in about 5 minutes flat.

I think that I will have to learn to love the bus.

Finding out the scoop on the new 'hood.

I think that Bighead and I are really going to love our new neighborhood and all that it has to offer.