Matt and I are currently renting a condo while we save for a house and get adjusted to the whole BEING MARRIED thing. The condo is on the small side but it's nice, and we can look out our windows and see beautiful, old, tall trees and a lake, and every night we walk six minutes to the woods where we hike on a trail along the creek and that is what I imagine heaven is like. However, it turns out that the actual CONDO LIVING thing is requiring far more of an adjustment than we anticipated.
One thing we are learning is that the electricity goes out here on a regular basis. And by regular, I mean a few times a week around 10:30 or 11 at night. It's never off for too long, but always long enough to reset the clocks on the microwave and oven. It went off this past Monday, and when everything kicked back on and reset, so did our neighbor's home alarm system. Evidently those neighbors were on vacation because the alarm went off at any time that ended in 3 or 8 straight through until yesterday.
The alarm wasn't a problem when we were home during the evening, because we were busy and talking and hardly noticed it. However, it was so loud when we were trying to fall asleep that Matt wanted to call the police the other night. After some discussion we decided that a call to local law enforcement was too drastic a measure, so we resorted to sleeping with two fans on full blast all night to drown out the alarm system.
The alarm situation came to a glorious end last night. Matt went to bed early because HELLO, PEACEFUL, UNINTERRUPTED SLEEP, but I stayed up to watch some Fox News and paint my nails a lovely shade of Lacey Lilac. And that's when the channel on the tv changed from Fox News to The Big Bang Theory.
With the remote control on the coffee table.
I picked the remote up, and changed it back to my show.
And then the tv changed back to The Big Bang Theory.
And what ensued what a television battle with an unidentified neighbor who was intent on watching some Big Bang Theory.
Evidently someone in our complex has a remote control that controls our television. And we control theirs.
Which is terribly convenient.
Here's the thing. In order to make a cell phone call from our condo, you practically have to wait until the third Tuesday of the month and then hang your head out the window and stand on one foot and turn around three times while crossing your fingers.
We have TERRIBLE cell phone service due to what is apparently a roof and walls made of concrete. Yet our tv remote control powers right through that concrete and puts a major kink in the Wednesday evening television plans.
The silver lining is that these tv channel battles won't go on forever.
Sooner or later the electricity is bound to go off.