How late is too late to turn on a really loud appliance in an apartment? When you live in an apartment, and have neighbors either above or below you, and to the side of you, it’s important to take them into consideration anytime you do something that might have some kind of an affect on them. It may not be as big of deal if we lived in a higher end apartment that is built to be more soundproof, but as it is, we can hear when our downstairs neighbor turns on the shower, so soundproofing evidently wasn’t a concern when our apartments were being built. Due to that, I try my best to be considerate and keep my more noisy appliances turned off after a certain time, with the exception of the dryer. I don’t really care about running the dryer, because if I’m doing so, it’s an urgent matter wherein I need to have something ready for me to wear the next morning, and secondly I feel that the pitch of the rumble is low enough that you don’t really notice it unless you are making a concerted effort to hear it.
My wife on the other hand, doesn’t seem as concerned with disturbing the neighbors, which I kind of admire, because they really don’t seem too concerned about bothering us, with their slamming of doors all hours of the night, and their crying child, or screeching cat, whatever it is can be heard as we’re climbing into bed. I’m just not a big fan of confrontation, which is why I find myself worrying about if I’m disturbing the neighbors even though they are constantly disturbing me, just so there’s no risk of a confrontation about the noise. It’s really no way to live, the life of a wimp, but I am who I am, and all I can do is live my life in a way that minimizes the risk of me being thrown outside my comfort zone, which is why when my wife started up the blender around eleven, it seemed like a bad idea.
My wife has been making and drinking smoothies for two to three meals a day, doing a complete detox cleanse. I don’t know how many of you are smoothie experts out there, but in order to make the smoothie, she puts a bunch of different things into the blender, like frozen fruit, coconut milk, a scoop of sand, or some type of powder that looks very sand like, and then adds ice before snapping the top on and hitting the button that says blend. That cues the earthquake, which is my slightly exaggerated way of saying that it’s really loud, which it is, and it shakes a lot, much like an earthquake would cause things to shake, and despite it being an exaggeration, it’s a fairly accurate comparison. I was sitting on the couch when the mayhem started up, and had I not been sitting down, I wouldn’t have been at all surprised if the noise physically knocked me down. While she normally wouldn’t worry too much about how loud she was being, my wife did recognize that this ninja blender was a whole new level of loud, and decided that going forward she wouldn’t use it after ten o’clock in the evening, which was great with me as it seemed to completely eliminate the possibility of an angry confrontation with our neighbors. The next night she forgot and started making her smoothies about ten thirty, which means I’ll probably come home to find a “disturber of the peace” sign nailed to my door, either that or an angry neighbor ready to punch me in the face.