Sundry alarums
Mar. 26th, 2012 05:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceI used to think that nothing made me more furious than the smoke alarm going off in the utility room when I was innocently cooking in the kitchen.
I was wrong. What makes me more furious is the smoke alarm going off when I'm only preheating the oven, when I haven't even opened the bloody door yet, when I've already opened the window wide and turned the fan on full-blast in desperate hopes of pre-empting exactly this. And what makes me frothy-rageous is when I have ripped the thing from the ceiling, torn out its battery and flung it savagely aside, sighed with relief at the blessed silence, gone back to the kitchen to open the oven and set the bread to bake - and the damned beeping starts again, and I go to stare in bewilderment at the powerless alarm and the empty fitting, and shutting the cats in while I open the back door wide makes no difference, and I am utterly bewildered until I come into my office (which is the old garage, and opens off the utility room, as does the kitchen) to find a second bloody alarm merrily bleeping away...
A second disembowelment has occurred. Blessed peace reigns, while my sourdough slowly bakes. (Yes, yes. I will put the bloody things back, when I'm finished with the oven. And there they will stay, mute of malice, until the next time I bake bread or fry bacon or...)
In other news, I have saved the life of a ladybird. When the kitchen window's open, Mac does love to sit there, separated from the great outdoors by no more than an insect-screen - and I don't know quite how, but this little ladybird was crawling around on the inside of the screen, mere inches from his curious nose.
Ladybirds are dumb. It took patience and several efforts to inveigle it onto a lettuce-stem and keep it there, while I hastened it withoutdoor. But I did that in the end. And now I must make soup, and then perhaps I can get back to work on this story before my intended comes home...
I was wrong. What makes me more furious is the smoke alarm going off when I'm only preheating the oven, when I haven't even opened the bloody door yet, when I've already opened the window wide and turned the fan on full-blast in desperate hopes of pre-empting exactly this. And what makes me frothy-rageous is when I have ripped the thing from the ceiling, torn out its battery and flung it savagely aside, sighed with relief at the blessed silence, gone back to the kitchen to open the oven and set the bread to bake - and the damned beeping starts again, and I go to stare in bewilderment at the powerless alarm and the empty fitting, and shutting the cats in while I open the back door wide makes no difference, and I am utterly bewildered until I come into my office (which is the old garage, and opens off the utility room, as does the kitchen) to find a second bloody alarm merrily bleeping away...
A second disembowelment has occurred. Blessed peace reigns, while my sourdough slowly bakes. (Yes, yes. I will put the bloody things back, when I'm finished with the oven. And there they will stay, mute of malice, until the next time I bake bread or fry bacon or...)
In other news, I have saved the life of a ladybird. When the kitchen window's open, Mac does love to sit there, separated from the great outdoors by no more than an insect-screen - and I don't know quite how, but this little ladybird was crawling around on the inside of the screen, mere inches from his curious nose.
Ladybirds are dumb. It took patience and several efforts to inveigle it onto a lettuce-stem and keep it there, while I hastened it withoutdoor. But I did that in the end. And now I must make soup, and then perhaps I can get back to work on this story before my intended comes home...
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Date: 2012-03-27 01:21 am (UTC)