July 11, 2005
The Sentinel
Our temporary home in Metfield
written July 8, 2005 3 am
I have a weeks worth of posts in the draft stage so Id best identify them by writing dates. The dates that my posts "post" on and the times often are irrelevant, unless it is a special occasion. This is good that I have a few backed up as I think I am going to be terribly busy very soon...
Yes it really is 3 am. I went to bed only two hours ago. I couldnt get comfortable...I kept thinking about those poor people in London, and how tramatic that whole this is and well, I am really affected by visual images and so I didnt have the news on much tonight but I saw enough to bother me...
Like with 9-11 I wondered how I would handle a crisis like that. I have been alone during killer earthquakes that wreck your house, but a bomb or a fire... I dont know.
I think a fire would be the worst, or a mudslide, but a fire is always a possibility right? the idea of losing all one posesses and often the victim's life as well. I have nightmares if the room is too stuffy of this horror.
Just as I am thinking about this, the freaking smoke alarm goes off. I kid you not. I must have jumped three feet off that creaky old bed I sleep on here, Scared me to death. I quickly get up and turn a light on and sniff...
I don't smell anything but a faint odor of catbox... I quickly go throught the house mentally thinking... "how difficult would it be to get Mak and Nani into their carriers?" Hard,especially in a hurry or "Did I leave a candle burning?" No... I opened the AC closet which is right next door to the alarm... nothing... cats are curious but not disturbed as they follow me around. I would think that smoke and fire would upset them... Everything is normal. I listen at the door for commotion outside, nothing...unlike the blackout a few nights ago, that brought people out to share a few candles between the units. These places are so poorly set up and maintained... Ah, ...
"Its just the battery." I say out loud to my furry assistants. I happen to have a new one purchased for the garage door opener for the new house. I have already used one here in the rental for the clock radio, so why not just bill them for the whole package. I get a chair and manage to replace the battery. Beeping stops... Pretty good, I'd say... Little woman slams demons and domestic breakdowns without male tech support. Brushing hands together I get down off the chair, put it under the table and off for soothing snack before trying to sleep....
As I am munching, writing down ideas for future blogging, twenty minutes goes by... then like the devil the alarm goes off again.
I disbled it. I would think that if there was a fire it was detecting I could detect it by now, I guess the thing is just malfunctioning. Still the timing is odd.
The cats, who sleep with Woody normally are a bit clingy with me as he's not here are rolling about the floor and looking at me, with the "worrywart!Worrywart!" expression...I know they see the Guardian Sentinel Angels around us and are unafraid.
I need to be as trusting and go to bed its been a long emtional day.
