Turkey Tracks: March 30, 2014
The smoke alarm outside my bedroom went off last night about 3:30 a.m. LOW BATTERY. That alarm talks to you in a voice that can raise even a deaf person like me from a dead sleep. Rey Rey jumped off the very high bed (I hope she used the nearby chair) and followed me through the house-check I made to make sure there wasn’t smoke anywhere, etc. And to get the ladder downstairs so I could reach the alarm upstairs on the third floor. Rey Rey ducked into her bed downstairs–a laundry basket with soft old blankets under the table in my office–and had to be retrieved when the drama was all solved and the offending alarm removed from the ceiling for the night–which meant another trip up and down three flights of stairs.
It took me forever this morning to figure out how to open the battery door… Went online for the manual to figure it out, but couldn’t find a clue–which means most anyone with any brains should know how to open the darn thing. Only, I didn’t want to break anything by forcing plastic parts. The little door pulls and kind of swings out. The online ad said one could change the batteries without removing the device from the ceiling. Ha! I’d like to see someone do that. And it’s easy enough to unscrew it anyway.
Now I suppose I should check the other alarms as I suppose they might all have low batteries. But, that will be a task for another day…
Meanwhile, Rey Rey is still a total wreck–made more so when the new batteries went in and the device “talked” again in the piercing, scary voice.
She retreated to the rug in front of the sink–the next best thing to my lap as it is “my” spot in the kitchen–where she sat shaking with terror and refusing to look at the camera.
See those beautiful daffodils on the kitchen counter?
A wonderful friend brought them to me this week–along with a big bunch on the dining room table.
And I have had swollen lymph nodes under one arm, other swellings, an allergy runny nose in spurts off and on ever since. It took me a few days to figure it out–but it’s those flowers.
I started washing my hands really good to get rid of whatever pesticides I had gotten on my hands from the flowers–and gathered up those beautiful, gorgeous, sunny flowers and threw them on a snow bank.
And my nose has stopped and the swellings are going away…
But I will miss the daffodils and will be so happy to see my own bloom in the meadow this year.
Again, maybe this is a lesson in “slow” flowers/food and staying in the seasons…
CLOGGED DRAINS IN GARAGE
So, today is the day that the documentary TOXIC HOT SEAT is being shown at THE STRAND in Rockland, Maine. I had a leisurely breakfast, dressed with care (the pretty blue sweater I save for “good”), and went to the garage to leave. At the last moment, as it was pouring rain, I changed my pretty shoes for sturdy rain shoes.
There was at least four inches of water in the garage.
The drains were plugged.
Water, water everywhere and threatening the bottoms of the refrigerator and the freezer.
I went back to the house, changed into LL Bean tall boots, took off my pretty green scarf (a present from DIL Corinne during her pre-wedding parties) that matched my pretty green raincoat that I treasure but that is at least 15 years old, got a toilet plunger and tried to open the drains.
I called my wonderful neighbor Chris Richmond, who came down with adorable and growing-fast son Carleton in about 30 seconds. What a great feeling that was.
Chris had no luck with the plunger either.
Chris determined that the drains were iced up and tried to find their outside outlet–and set about redirecting water flowing down the hillsides into the drainage ditches along the driveway–which had become plugged with too many leaves. (Next year I’ll do a better job of blowing leaves out of those drains–and maybe get Tom Jackson to deepen them again. After ten years, they’ve silted up quite a bit.
Meanwhile, Carleton and I “broomed” water out of the garage doors so that it flowed down the hill. As I only had one big broom, Carleton worked with a snow shovel while I followed him him with the big broom. (I will be buying another broom forthwith.)
Chris had brought some de-icer pellets and put those down the drains, but it may take some time for them to “work.”
And I went to Renys and bought one of their last de-icer bags and put more down the drains. And I will go back in a bit to see if I need to put in more.
Now my mind is busily turning over what kind of treats I might be able to proffer to thank Chris and Carleton!
I am a lucky woman to have such nice neighbors.