This has been a week. And it's not over yet.

[h_loquacious]

So, someone in my apartment building has taken to practicing the violin in the bike room in the basement

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[beth_shulman]

I thought you were saying that it annoyed you and was about to be all frustrated on your behalf! But no, you LIKED it!

(I am tired.)

I hope next week will be better!

[h_loquacious]

Well, I can't hear it in my apartment (I assume this is why the practicing is happening in the bike room in the basement, so as not to annoy other residents), so it's not really annoying in any way. (I don't mind an impromptu concert to brighten up laundry.)

I don't know if next week will be better. But it won't be worse. At most it will be much of the same.

[beth_shulman]

It sounds pretty great to me :)

That seems... tolerable, I guess?

[h_loquacious]

Did laundry again and they were playing again. Was pleased.

It is. It's been an odd week. For several reasons. IDK.

[spyglass_]

♥

[h_loquacious]

:)

[limonatafic]

I, too, thought this was about to be a complaint! Hmm. Perhaps that is revealing. People are so much more prone to complaints than enjoyments. I'm glad you have an out of the ordinary event that is a nice thing!

[h_loquacious]

Perhaps I phrased it wrong. I just, something in me finds playing the violin in the bike room inherently charming so obviously it's not a complaint? I may be alone in this. It just, it fills me with a sense of pleasure, because I feel like the thought process was something along the lines of: If I practice the violin in my apartment I will disturb people. Perhaps I should practice in the basement. I KNOW. The bike room. SOLUTION. And it's such an atypical but logical solution, and it pleases me.