Monday, September 15, 2008

Beeping blasphemy

It's (past) time to change my smoke alarm batteries: it's been more than a year since I first installed them. My downstairs alarm was beeping every few seconds a couple days ago, and I've changed that battery already. Now there's just the matter of the upstairs alarm. The strange thing is, I can't figure out for the life of me how I got it up there in the first place. It's high up on the wall—maybe 12 feet—and it's certainly higher than I can reach when standing on a chair. I distinctly remember putting it up there; I was annoyed that the instructions told me to put it that high up. But I don't remember what I was standing on. I do have a folding table; it is plausible that I put a chair on the table and reached it that way. But that's the only thing that comes to mind. I don't have a ladder, and the alarms went up many weeks after I had moved in, so I wasn't even borrowing a ladder at that point.

It doesn't matter how I got that thing up there, really. All that matters is that I change the battery as soon as possible, because that one's probably just about dead too, and I don't want to wake up at like 4:30 in the morning to hideous warning beeps. I've been through that before and do not wish to repeat that blasphemous experience. Over Christmas break during college, a friend of mine living in another state awoke to an icy room and a beeping smoke alarm on the same day at roughly the same time that the same exact thing happened to me. We'd already developed a reputation for creepy* coincidence... that was the final straw.

* Creepy (adj.)—It is not intentional that so many of my recent posts have used this word.

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