Forget booming and blasting, this has been a “beeping” 4th of July at my house. For the first time in many years, I had nothing planned for the holiday. My grandsons left yesterday and that was as far as my horizon went, so today would be relaxing and catching up. That was the best laid plan. You know what they say about those.
My son-in-law came a couple of days ago to troubleshoot the hot water heater timer. While there he kindly installed my new smoke detector over the garage door, next to the heater. Fast forward to today as I go back and forth to the washing machine. A faint beep beep beep sounds the whole time I am in the garage. The timer was stuck again and I could hear it beeping. But I also heard it near the washer and car (but not inside the closed car), and near the tool shelves. That’s it. I must have turned on one of the battery powered drill bits when my son was looking for one to hang my tiebacks a week ago. One of them was telling me it needed a charge.
Meantime my daughter calls back. Test the new smoke detector she suggested. That wasn’t a brand new battery either. Caramba! That had to be it. But. no. Her husband assured us there was nothing in the heater timer that could possibly beep. I checked outside by the AC, then opened the garage door. Maybe it came from the neighborhood. No again.
We are a couple of hours into this problem when my daughter calls back. “Could it be the old smoke detector you threw away?”
“Not a chance. I threw that in the kitchen trash –-
—which I threw in the garbage can in the garage. I’ll be right back.”
YES! I opened the lid and one of the plastic bags was beeping strongly. Do I feel like a fool? Well, yes, again. In an hour or so I will take the can to the street for tomorrow’s pickup, so won’t have to hear it anymore. Will the garage men think there is a bomb in my trash? I hope it burns itself out by then. Maybe I should put a note on the can.
Next 4th I’m going where fireworks and their cacophony light up the sky. It has to be better than this “beeping” 4th.
Beeep beeep….maybe it will be better next 4th of July…jajajaja!!
I hope so. It sounded like one of those roadrunners you photograph around here. LOL
LOL. I’m picturing you running around looking for the beeping and it reminds me of a Christmas with wrapped presents beeping at all hours of the day and night. I had forgotten that one. I’ll have to add it to my collection of Christmas stories for this year!
Happy beeping!
Happy to be your prompt. LOL Can’t wait for the post.
I just check the garbage can at the street. It is no longer beeping! This is good. They will not call the bomb squad in the morning.
I was waiting to see you hanging out by the curb with a bombsquad!
Ha, such beeping could drive a person nuts after awhile. At least you found the culprit.
It’s nice to read you again.