He's Ba-ack!

Carl is back!

Except this time, the noise is coming from the opposite side of my apartment and only when my patio door is open.

This Carl is a real person playing a real ukulele on one of the balconies.

I'm secretly hoping that it's coming from the same apartment I could smell the tea and bacon coming from this morning. Then I secretly hope that I figure out which apartment it is and that we become friends and then they start inviting me over for weekend breakfasts which I will eat while they serenade me on the ukulele.

I wonder if my soon-to-be new found friend will mind if I just call them Carl?

It's Coming From Inside My Apartment!

Wait, no it's not.

For the past week, at roughly the same time every night, I hear the same chord being played over and over again on a ukulele. At least, that's what it sounds like. It also sounds a little like an old school mac giving you a "can't do that, Dave" warning (which sounds nothing like HAL3000 but that's a better link than this (4 sec mark)). I like the first option better because it makes me giggle. As I put on my facebook last night:

I didn't cover my picture because it's Inigo Montoya and that's just cool.

Upon later reflection, I kind of like the idea of being chased by a man in a muumuu so I decided to embrace my ghost-who-exists-solely-in-my-over-active-imagination. His name is Carl.