We have a bag pipe playing neighbor. I love it! He/She lives in the apartments behind us, and we're separated by a little wood, so it was a funny experience opening my bedroom window and hearing bag pipes that I couldn't see. I sat down by my window and listened to the music and the birds calling to each other, and smiled. I was sitting at my loom (I love that my loom is now by a window with a great view), and I started thinking about old, dying-out art forms. Something about the setting and the music made me very contemplative and relaxed. It was nice.
Jessica and I are all moved into our apartment now. We're getting settled--last night we finally found enough shelf space for all our books (at least, I hope it was all of them!), and slowly the apartment is becoming home. I hope our bag piper friend plays again tonight.