It's one thing to have someone else sharing my space. It's another to have someone else sharing my space who plays a loud instrument. There has been adjusting by both of us. D. has gotten the attic as a practice space, since it has a door and a bunch of carpet to absorb sound. Bonita has appointed herself Bandoneon Mascot, first sleeping all day upstairs on D.'s suitcase and then sleeping in progressively more unlikely spots. Here's the best one so far. The bandoneon is extremely loud. Maybe she is deaf in addition to being partially blind??
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