Monday, September 21, 2009

A Guy Named Bob

I'm in a city far away this morning.
Yesterday I arrived here at only daughter's empty apartment.
A place to sleep while she is away.

The walls are paper thin.
I heard someone's alarm clock beep at 5:30 AM.
Someone else's shower go on.
Someone else coughing.
In hockey season you can tell who they are cheering for
and which game is being shown on TV.
It made me hesitant to blow my nose
for fear of wondering who I might be waking up.

I'm sure they wouldn't be impressed with my morning routine
if I lived here full time.
Yoga at 5AM. Complete with occasional swearing at
the Biggest Loser trainer Bob
as he tells me you are almost finished, don't give up now!
while my legs feel like they are on fire
and I am going to be frozen in place forever.
Some days I tell him right where to go and how to get there.
He has the most annoying voice.
All chipper and you haven't seen anything yet
while I am pouring sweat and dying over here.

I always thought I could be one of those contestants on his show
that could suck it up and rise to the challenge.
Which I could.
But not without some hissy fits.
Some whining.
Some get out of my face moments thrown in.

If I lived in this apartment
soon my neighbours would wonder
why I kept putting up with
a guy named Bob.
Or he with me.

8 comments:

Tall Kay said...

I wonder if everybody living there just gets used to the sounds of others and eventually just ignores it all. It's amusing how we hear every single sound when we try to sleep in a new place.

Steve E. said...

Keep Up The Good Work (KUTGW) Hope!
LOL, LOL, you posted a good one again!

Thicket Dweller said...

Ha! Fun post. :-)Makes me appreciate this house in the country, even though I often feel like I'm living in a fishbowl. :-)

enchantedoak said...

A journey of 1,000 miles begins by swearing at Bob.

Gin said...

I think you and Bob would cause a lot of chit-chat between the neighbors if you lived there! You made me laugh!

Black Pete said...

Been in of those. They're called cheap rents by some, and slums by others.

Personally, I never got used to it.

Prayer Girl said...

Very cute post. I would be running a fan day and night (one that makes some noise) to drown out the sounds.

I sleep with fan noise - addicted to it actually. :)

PG

Evelyn said...

Thank you for the chuckle, Hope! Now, I can go to sleep, happy to NOT be living in that apartment!