Noise…is good

We’ve lived here 7 months. Until last week, we were renters of this house, and the landlady lived behind us in the guest house.

We are not particularly noisy. Or slob-like. But, it wasn’t OUR house, and so for those 6 1/2 months, we tiptoed, whispered, played the radio only at barely audible levels and generally were not… ease.

Landlady has moved away back to the mainland, and the house (and the mortgage) is now ours.

Tonight, DH sat down at the organ after dinner. He turned it on and played the jazz riff he has had memorized for 35 years. Loud.

It’s good to be home.