On high alert
The last day on the calendar. I should wax retrospective, but that’s not how I roll. Rather, I’m on a sonic hunt.
Sometime during the night, an alarm woke me. I’ve got good reflexes, when it comes to shrill noises. The catch was that I didn’t know what had “gone off”. Back to sleep. Thirty minutes later, a repeat. And every thirty minutes, since. The catch is that the two-tone alarm lasts for less than a second. Enough time to point yourself in readiness for whatever happens. Not anything else.
My first guess (and still high on the suspected device list) was a smoke detector. Proactively, I drove into the market and fetched me some of those expensive 9V blocks, which at more than $6 each have gone up substantially in a time when energy should be cheaper. I’ve replaced the battery, but the noise continues.
Fast forward. After repeated attempts, I’ve learned that the interval is not thirty minutes. You see, if I place myself where I think I need to be, the next one will come late. Five, ten minutes. Hard to remain ready. But then, thirty minutes later… I’ve unplugged anything that seems remotely suspect. I fear that I’m going into a long night of short sleep.
We went for our community breakfast this morning. Met a new face from Cape Cod (not just a funny fishhook in the Atlantic). We also went over to the lighthouse to marvel at the waves arriving from three different directions. Interesting geometry. And cold. Some things are best done from inside the car.
And with that, I’ll continue to hunt for my noise source.
