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I don't know which it was that woke me up around 0445 this morning. Maybe I just needed to pee again, or maybe it was the familiar thumping sound I heard downstairs from the ADU*: a couple of thumps per second for two to four seconds. It was the Wendling, jumpenflappen as he has for decades now.
I texted him to let him know I could hear it and it stopped. I did not get back to sleep. Just minutes after my alarm went off at 0600 he apoligized. He'd awoken early and was watching Stephen Colbert. (No, I can't diagram the connection between Colbert and jumpenflappen, but apparently it exists in my son's mind.) Was he being considerate? Maybe.
The jumpenflappen per se is his damn business and no one else's, but when it keeps me awake it becomes mine.
*Auxiliary dwelling unit, a.k.a. mother-in-law apartment, for those not hip to Seattle's lingo. In the Devil Girl House, the ADU is right underneath the ground floor of the main house, dug partly into the ground. My son is literally my thing in the cellar.
I texted him to let him know I could hear it and it stopped. I did not get back to sleep. Just minutes after my alarm went off at 0600 he apoligized. He'd awoken early and was watching Stephen Colbert. (No, I can't diagram the connection between Colbert and jumpenflappen, but apparently it exists in my son's mind.) Was he being considerate? Maybe.
The jumpenflappen per se is his damn business and no one else's, but when it keeps me awake it becomes mine.
*Auxiliary dwelling unit, a.k.a. mother-in-law apartment, for those not hip to Seattle's lingo. In the Devil Girl House, the ADU is right underneath the ground floor of the main house, dug partly into the ground. My son is literally my thing in the cellar.
