Pain, Parties & Fever

Saturday was a hot day and that evening our house was an oven. Unfortunately, the flu claimed another member of our family that night, my youngest son. So both the boys were down with fever. Eric was at 101 and Brandon, 102. I mothered both of them as best I could with a terrible tummy ache. I woke them and made them drink every few hours. All the while, a loud party was going on next door. In case you don't know, loud music irritates me. Add to the mix that there has only been one quiet weekend without a party in our neighborhood and you can understand why. The boys being with fever slept through the racket, which made me wish I had a fever.

For awhile the music was turned down to a bearable level. Maybe another neighbor went over and complained Mark and I thought. It was during that time I was able to enjoy visiting a few blogs and pick out some new wallpaper for mine. As we waited for the party to end so we could get to sleep, we realized that the music had gotten louder; so loud that we could feel the vibration of it under our feet! I was about ready to jump out of my skin with irritation. Desperate for peace and quiet, I knew I had to leave the house. I declared to my husband that I was leaving to mail a letter. He was not sure that I should be mailing a letter at 10:30 PM, but he did not want to hear my long impassioned commentary on the evil of partying neighbors.

As I drove away I felt a great sense of relief. I mailed my letter at the deserted post office, but after that I did not feel like going home. So I parked somewhere safe, took out my trusty pink cell phone and called hubby. Bad news, the music was raging on with no end in sight. Knowing my city ordinances on loud music, I encouraged him to call the police. We ended our call and he made the dreaded call. As I laid in the backseat of the van trying to sleep, my cell phone rang. It was Mark with the grand news that the offending neighbors had turned the music off. It was ten minutes after midnight. I carefully made my way to the driver's seat of the van. As I drove home I passed by the bank that has one of the huge digital thermometers. It displayed a temp of 61 degrees and the car's thermometer displayed 69 degrees. I always wonder which one is right. Whatever, I was thankful to come home to a cooler and quieter house.