If you were living next door to my dad, I’d suggest you knock on their door, introduce yourself and express curiosity about the constant construction noises. Most hobbyists will happily talk your ear off about their latest project (ask me about my new needlework piece, I dare you!). If there are certain times when the noise is actually interfering with your comfort, mention it and I’ll bet the noise will mostly stop then.
No, no. Too normal. The OP should wait until one of those lulls start where the people leave town. And then, go snooping. (By then, lockpicking skills will have been practiced).
And report back to us immediately, before local authorities or the DEA are alerted.
Common sense of course. I have introduced myself, albeit through our shared backyard fence).
Would your dad consider waking me at 12:15am "actually interfering with my comfort’? I wouldn’t have thought that would need an “if”.
I do assume they don’t realize that they’re disturbing me so it’s on me to let them know. I guess I’ve been finding it hard to know exactly when to do that.
Going over at 12:15 am in your ratty/luxurious robe and fuzzy slippers and asking “Hey, what’s up?” might work.
People who spend their lives running power tools without ear protection tend to be kinda deaf and really might not understand how loud they are being at night.
People who spend their lives running power tools with ear protection can’t hear very well while they are running their tools and might not really understand how loud they are being at night.
My dad was in the former category, plus as soon as he retired he forgot that other people still had to get up to go to work. He would have needed telling, but once told he would have remembered and would have done his best to be a good neighbor.
Other folks might not be nearly so nice, so maybe practice your lock picking skills and report back, LOL!
Reporting Back: Wife answered the door and was kind and said “she had thought of it herself”. I stressed that I realize they probably aren’t aware and that I don’t mean to be a pain. She asked what time I’d like them to stop(nice way to put it back on me).
Bottom line, they’re “working on a deadline”, so we’ll see.
BORING!!!
How very normal. Geeze, couldn’t you come up with something better than that for us?
Working on a deadline sounds like flippers, may the next owners come quietly and quickly!
I know! There was nary a whiff of methamphetamines nor squeal of trafficked human to be found!
No worries; I could fill many pages with the shenanigans that have ensued on this street. I’m sure the new buyers /renters/cult will provide new material for me.
The people across the street took something like five years to work on theirs, in fits and starts, presumably as the money came in, and the place was unliveable for much of that time. Still isn’t totally finished (front yard needs asphalting)
Ok, I for one am now officially waiting for “Tales From Buckwheat Boulevard” or whatever you call it.
It really should be an ongoing thread, with snarky portraits of the neighbors as well as their hilarious/poignant/absurd goings-on. Then a coffee table book, then a Hulu series.
I love it.
Chapter I can be about the first Monday in my new house. As I was getting ready for work, a frantic Florida Power worker came to my door to report a dead body on the doorstep of the neighbor across the street.
That should have alerted me to things to come.
We should have a thread about all the whacky things that happen in peoples’ neighborhoods (not just mine).
Did they happen to mention they were holding a seance and a ghost told them they would die if the construction ever stopped? It’s not the first time it’s happened. Some ghosts love construction:
This is why I live in the woods away from all neighbors. Hey Mr.Wrekkers noise making pees me off on Saturday morning.
Please, someone tell me how to stop that!
Continuous renovation while growing up: I thought the breakfast oatmeal was SUPPOSED to have sawdust in it.
Tell me about it! When we turned into tweens, we learned to never use our blow dryer without checking to see if Dad had the table saw plugged in lest the fuses blow and we have to listen to Dad complain while our wet hair is dripping down our backs.
After I left home, Mom went out of town for a seminar and Dad thought it would be a great time to pull down the drop ceiling in the hall and install something that would make something else work better. An hour before her plane was supposed to land, he called me in a panic because he didn’t have time to clean up and could I do it? I was too smart to fall for that, so offered to pick her up and give him time to clean up, shower and put on a clean shirt.
We got there to learn that the supports for the panels had shifted because he didn’t have anyone to hold the other end, which resulted in the entire living room ceiling on the living room floor.
Mom had TWO glasses of wine that night. I helped clean up for the next couple of days.
DAD went off to work and Mom wondered what was above the stained acoustic tile glued to the kitchen ceiling of 1799 farmhouse. She pried one off, knocked a hole in the plaster & lath above and saw hand-hewn beams. She hooked her hammer on the edge of the new hole and the whole room’s worth of ceiling came down in mostly one piece. I was five, my sister was three - we got paid to help drag it all out behind the garage before he came home. Lots more cleanup after that - but it looked glorious.
You got paid?!?! I had no idea that was an option!
That’s how we ended up with exposed beams in the living room as well, gots to love remodeling families 
I was fond of doing big projects while Mr.Wrekker was working out-of-state. (As he often did)
He would come home asking what was different, changed, not finished or a big mess.
My kids hated it all.
So she asked you when you’d like them to stop but then said they’re on a deadline, implying they may be unable to stop? I’m trying to think what kind of a deadline there could be. A new baby? A relative moving in? Sex workers arriving in October?
Is there a house on the other side of their lot? I have to wonder how those folks are taking it.
Well, their “deadline” (it was something to do with their permit) came and went and they’ve been at it all weekend. I woke up to Mr. and Mrs. If I Had a Hammer at 6:04 this morning. Sorry to besmirch folks’ sweet memories of their remodelling families, but these people are assholes.
I’ve been really surprised that the neighbor on the other side hasn’t complained to me about it.