Now that my ears have quit ringing – Just a collection of this and that.
Why were my ears ringing?
Taking a break in the middle of the afternoon – I buzzed home to pick something up. This guy in a suit knocks on the door. Since I am live on a secure (yah, right) base, I knew it was neither a door-to-door salesman or a proselytizer. It turned out to be the smoke detector guy. Apparently the smoke alarm system has been turned off since some time in 2006.
I personally don’t care, but what the heck?
Take it back! I take it back. For the next 30 minutes my ears were treated to shrieking alarms as he tested one detector after another. The system is set so that if anyone of the alarms trigger – they all howl. There is one in almost every room. That makes for 10 of the bleeding things.
I gratefully shut the door, the proud dweller in a house with a functioning box and lots of tested alarms.
An hour later, the alarm goes off, but quits after a few minutes.
At 1730 this happens again and I am treated to a third iteration after six. About 1930, the system goes off. And it does not quit. I have no instructions and taking a hammer to the box seems a bit drastic. I open up the box and contemplate pulling wires. I pull the fuse, nothing happens; the high pitched shriek from the box blends with the horrible warbling siren.
Wearing the nice set of hearing muffs used for mowing the lawn, I unsuccessfully search for the emergency number. Can’t find it and can’t live with the noise. My neighbor finds the work order desk number and they tell me that they will get me an electrician out this evening. 20 minutes later, the electrician calls, then says he will be out in the morning.
No way, says I, can you hear that racket?
Well, could you sleep with all that noise?
No, and he appears about half an hour later. It takes pulling the fuse out of the walll and out of the box before the system shuts up.
At this point, my evening is shot and my thoughts are completely scattered.
This and That
Juggling for world peace is a UTube production by the partner of a fellow Sock Wars Combatant.
2. We are what we do. We are not what we think, or what we feel, or what we say, we are what we do. Actions do indeed speak louder than words. If you are unhappy with a particular part of your life, take a strong look at what you are doing to be happier.
is the key in my view. Goes right along there with my make the world a better place philosophy.
Sock Wars III – Obits
The death toll rises. 662 as of the end of the day. It was a quiet day in the Obits -
I’m dead. After 2 weeks of checking the mail every day (and calling home to see if I had socks in the mail), my suffering has ended.
So – the following exchange occured -
CANDY IS DANDY
BUT A KNITTER IS QUICKER
I think Mr. Nash said, “…but liquor is quicker.”
A knitter could be quicker ….with vodka!! Is it allowed to rewrite poetry??? As long as I give credit to the original poet???? I thought the “knitter” line would be more appropriate under these sad circumstances.
Which reminds me – I have a target! A lovely person who needs to be a-sox-inated.
Viking Ship Sweater
Remember this? I actually have one side done and have only five rows to finish on the other side of the neck. Plus a small bit of duplicate stitching (in preference to multiple row messy drop down or frogging). Besides – you deserve a picture for reading this far.
Truth or Dare by Jayne Ann Krentz. I needed something that didn’t not require a lot of thought while I knit.