Desi Arnaz playing the conga drum.
Remember last year when I posted about the kid upstairs and his saxophone? Well, he must have realized his 'talent' for the sax was limited - he sounded like a wailing moose - and soon abandoned it. (Perhaps at the request of his family.) All was quiet for awhile.
Well, no more.
The kid has now become a drum enthusiast. Worse yet, it sounds like some sort of conga drum. I thought at first he was jumping up and down on the floor - maybe venting his teenage spleen. But then I heard vague music in the background and thought, aha! he's dancing, poor fellow. This went on for a few days until my patience finally ran out. Yesterday during dinner, the ceiling kept shaking with what I assumed again to be someone jumping up and down - maybe some new sort of jungle dance. Who knows what kids are up to these days?
Anyway, I went and rang the doorbell and after a few minutes, the kid comes sauntering down.
I said, "Could you please stop whatever it is you're doing up there until I finish my dinner?"
He looked confused.
I said, "That racket. What is it?"
He looks up the stairs then back at me as though thinking 'what racket?'
Again I said, "Whatever that racket is, please let me finish dinner."
He finally got it. "Oh, that's a drum."
'Ah, ' I said. 'Well, could you stop it until later? Please?"
He looked very annoyed that I should call his attempts at music, 'racket'. But hey, it is what it is.
He nodded and off he went.
Thankfully, I was able to finish my dinner in peace.
He's at it again tonight, but at least he waited until after dinner.