Fika

My writing is coming along, comes and goes in spurts.  I've never quite perfected the old write the same time everyday, everyday thingie.  To me, that's not writing, that's a job.  If I want to write all night and into the day then that's how I do it.  Now muss no fuss.  I have new upstairs neighbors, my God how I hate apartments.  Being a natural loner is not conductive to having other people around you all the time. The new upstairs are of a different nationality and religion.  That's not the part that bothers me.  They are the wrong race to be sumo wrestlers but that's exactly what it sounds like is going on up there.  We're pretty much learning how to live with each other at this point.  I think there are 3-4 women who actually live there.  The sumo wrestler likes to spring out of bed between 6:30 and 7.  She jumps (literally) out of bed, causing me to jump out of mine, and then she stomps all over her apartment going from room to room at a run if it's 7, not so much if it's 6:30-ish.  Last weekend she ran the sweeper nonstop from 1 a.m. to 2 a.m. and then stomped around for the remainder of the day.  I called the office to tell them of this development and was assured it would be resolved.  The next "early morning" she walked into the bedroom above mine and stood there stomping for awhile.  To be honest, I would have probably done the same thing.  No really, a little spite there, then be done with it.  Only she wasn't done, she continued stomping in a most belligerent manner.  I have to say I'm surprised at her.  I would have thought that being in a foreign country, dressing in a manner befitting their religion they would know better than that, be better than that.  But I was wrong.  So another phone call later and it got reasonably quiet up there.  I LIKE this new person in the office, she must have a very convincing manner.  So far it's not been too bad this week.  A few times the sumo wrestling started up, but she realized it, or I think this is why, and she'd quit stomping. The weekend is here now though and whatever crew comes through on weekends will probably be arriving soon.  We'll soon see how well the house rocks tonight ... and it's not loud music and such, it's the countless times of walking/stomping in an endless parade above me that gets on the nerves.  Whatever creative juices might be flowing, they dry up and are gone on the wind.