In this new house…there are smoke detectors everywhere and one of them blinks a red light at me. I told Michael that it’s probably taking pictures of me undressing and sending them to Germany. Someone will recognize me from an internet site. I’m only paranoid when there’s a full moon.
Cayah (15) tends to cook with a gusto and filling a house full of smoke is life on normal mode around here. I’m never surprised when the detectors take off and squeal their warning. A bit ago, the kitchen smoke detector took off with ear piercing shrills and all of the other detectors in the house responded! They were no where near the smoke but they took off! I’ve never seen that before…that’s pretty smart.
Cayah flapped a hand towel around the kitchen detector to fake it out to no avail. Unlike the smoke detectors at the condo at the beach where we stay sometimes…it’s smarter than that. She yelled over the din, asking if she could poke it with a broom handle like we did at the other house. I told her no. We all know what condition that detector ended up in…..poked to death for doing its job, poor thing!
The noise was deafening and we were laughing. Finally…all at once…there was quiet. I heard Cayah snicker from the kitchen….:” I bellowed through the house asking what she did to make them stop.
“I ripped their batteries out…dog gone them….” she yelled back.
So much for high tech smoke detection. I guess if the house burns down we’ll all sleep through it.
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