Without X-ray vision, I cannot say with certainty what goes on in the apartment above. I can only speculate.
The tenant’s noise-making cannot be eliminated entirely, of course, but confiscating his pogo stick, restricting lessons for cloggers to midday only, and impounding his pet elephant might be a good start.
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Ha ha ha. That is why we are on the second floor of a two story walkup…
Thanks for your comment, Edie. I was inspired by a visit to relatives living on the ground floor of a condo while the unit above them was being remodeled. Acoustically, it was more-or-less the equivalent of being inside a bass drum during a pep rally.
I love this. The description of the various noises is delightful.
Funny!
This gave me a good laugh! Really though, someone out to take away the jackhammer, motorcycle, and pack of coyotes my neighbor has in his home!