UPDATE: Tim the Tyrading TV Man

NOTE: Before continuing any further, if you don't know who Tim is, read the "neighbor" post.

Continuing: I have been requested to provide a description of Tim so that you can better visualize the scene in your minds. Tim stands approx. 5'6" - 5'8" tall, probably weighs around 150-160, and is of Hauole/Filipino and perhaps a bit Hawaiian descent. He is likely in his 60s, has white thinning hair, wearing large glasses with yellowing lenses (nicotine will do that to you) - you know da kine. He frequents the cotton polo shirt coupled with the swimsuit bottoms that were cool in the 80s - the crinkle material with the elastic top and drawstring to boot, and slippers on the feet. His preferred language is pidgin. I would provide a description of his smile, but I've never seen it.

My neighbor Matti needed to use the piano for a bit yesterday to practice for an upcoming wedding, so as I headed to the beach I told her she was welcome to play while we were gone. As she bridal marched her way down the ebonies and ivories (which really aren't ebony and ivory anymore - just colored plastic), she noticed the neighbor, Tim, had dramatically increased the volume of his radio. Knowing she could not compete, she decided to sing along. After a bit, the radio volume was normal again, and she continued her practicing. Again a few minutes later (probably the next commercial break) the radio volume escalated. At roughly the same time, Matti noticed her cute little baby was getting into stuff and went to pick her up - evidently Tim can see us through the windows and must have thought she was coming to tell him to turn his radio down, because he retorted, "I told you there would be consequences." Matti simply picked up her baby and started to sing along again.

When I got home, Matti recited her encounter to me. I apologized for forgetting to warn her. I then called Case to let him know the update - his feathers have been pretty ruffled about the whole affair. He says he doesn't like the idea of some guy coming and yelling at his pregnant wife while he's at work. I guess I have to admit, though I do appreciate the social interaction, I'm not much into getting yelled at either. So Case said, "I'm calling the cops." And he did, and they came.

When the officers knocked I had literally just stepped out of the shower, so they waited 5 minutes while I made myself presentable. They asked what was going on and I explained the situation. Officer Bob said, "A piano? He's yelling at you about your piano?" I nodded. "Shut the door and we'll walk around and listen - see how loud it is."

I was so excited! I got to play for the cops! And they had even requested I play for them. *smile* So I played Pachelbel's Canon in D (familiar tune, people think it sounds fancy - I was trying to impress) I could hear the cops laughing outside as they came to knock on the door again, "A piano? (insert laughter here)" said Officer Bob, "Where tape player? You press play sound so good." How flattering - that myself and Spencer could sound like a recording.

Before they headed off to talk to the neighbor one of the officers asked, "What ward you go with?"

"Well, currently the student ward, but we'll be coming to our local ward shortly after the birth of our baby." I motioned toward my watermelon of a belly. "Our local ward is Hau'ula 1st."

He extended his hand, "Welcome to the ward! I'm Brother Sifo." (names changed for purposes of privacy)

The officers talked to Tim - Casey got home and witnessed the event from his truck. He said the three of them were standing in the street, Tim's arms flailing in the air, both fingers pointing at our house, "Unreasonable noise ... can't hear my TV ... trying to take naps" type of tyrading. After ten or so minutes Officer Sifo came back to inform me that Tim is quite acquainted with the bottle (the kine that contains alcohol) and if he ever comes knocking again, I am not to answer, but directly call the cops. Likewise, Tim was informed that if ever my piano playing disturbed him again, he should call the cops and they would bring their decibel-reading instruments and determine whether or not the noise is "unreasonable".

So we're done, right? Maybe not. Last night Casey laid down Addi while I was at my baby shower. He said about 30 minutes after he got her to sleep, Tim took all of his shades down, opened his windows, and turned his lights on. Now it might be a bit strong to presume that he did this intending to wake-up Addi, right? Well, we shall see.

Maybe I'll bake Tim some cookies Sunday and see if we can eat our way into civil relations. If nothing else comes of this, I least I got to meet Brother Sifo.