How to describe it …
Okay. Pray to God you never experience this but you’re driving along one day on a stretch of country road and the fan belt breaks.
You gotta keep driving. Cousin Ellie Mae’s gettin’ married to your best friend Jimmy and you’ve got his ring.
So for the next hour-and-a-half, you listen to the split fan belt go thwack thwack thwack thwack thwack as it strikes metal of the bonnet.
Thwack thwack thwack thwack thwack thwack. Like a duck with a speech impediment.
You arrive at the wedding safely on time despite the rapping knocking of the fan belt. Everything’s swell.
Until you gotta leave. Get back in your car. And have to listen to thwack thwack thwack thwack thwack for the next five hours straight. Rap music without lyrics or melody. Only the rhythm of a persistent flat monotone.
Thwack thwack thwack. A fan belt striking metal only reminding of a costly repair ahead upon your return.
In other words, my landlord hasn’t done squat about the thumping swamp cooler of Unit A above.
It’s massive! Nearly the size of a PT Cruiser — speaking of cars! It’s been thwacking, thumping and knocking — oh my! — since Day 1 when the neighbors turned it on.
A month ago.
I submitted a maintenance request. I knew the neighbors wouldn’t. I doubt they care — or even hear it inside their cushy nice cool digs.
The world around them certainly can hear it! Whether we want to or not. I hear it the loudest because it sits directly above my studio. I hear it whether I’m inside or on my small patio.
I hear it too because the thwackings bounce off the walls of the next building. The driving obnoxious intrusive sound made all the more so by an amplifying echo.
The landlord doesn’t give a you-know-what.
“We’re aware of the issue,” emailed Holly at the landlord’s office when I wrote a follow-up. “The servicemen are very busy.” Summer ‘n’ all. “They’ll get to it when they can.”
I knew straightaway: “They’re never comin’.”
A year from now, I could swing by this space and the damn thing’ll still be knocking.
This space has been fraught with noise issues from Day One. Literally Day One. That’s when I discovered that this studio’s not the haven of peace and serenity it appeared to be when I first viewed it.
No one above was home at the time. In fact, Apartment A had been vacant and was awaiting its new occupants. Who moved in the same time I did. Literally.
Everything went south. Noise. Noise noise noise noise noise and more noise. Don’t need or care to revisit that nightmare. But it drove me nuts!!
The nightmare’s soon to end. Within a month, I’ll be moving. Still don’t have the new place.
Point is: I’m moving.
So’s the neighbor’s swamp cooler. Thwack thwack thwack, sounds like a belt needing replacement.
Thwack thwack thwack. The sound of hard slappings of my hand on the landlord’s head in my imaginary world.
“Get the damn thing fixed! Respect your tenants! And the need for peace! You’re *paid* to maintain properties! So do it! Do what’s right!”
Thwack thwack thwack directly above. Bouncing off the walls.
Thwack thwack thwack. Filling my space inside and outside. Day, afternoon and/or night.
Thwack thwack thwack thwack thwack. No volume of music from my fine stereo can overcome it. Not even close.
Thwack thwack thwack thwack. Boring a hole into my head. Producing serious headaches.
Forcing me to leave the place I don’t call home. Not really.
Tha-tha-that’s all, folks! Off now to the library for some quiet.
Plus I need a new book.
At the top of my Wanna-Read list:
“Easy Cooler Care: A Self Help Guide to Servicing and Repairing Your Evaporative Cooler”