We’ve had a little problem here for nearly two days. There is a beeping sound in this house…somewhere…that is driving Abi round the bend.
Not a couple of beeps, so that I could rush through the house and try to isolate it. Just one “beep.” With no exact minutes between beeps.
This morning I did my yoga stretching on my mat with Abi curled around my head. I let her outside, and she is always the first to want in as I stand at the door waiting. I had to go hunt her down. VERY unlike Abi.
Here’s the lengths I’ve gone to with this dilemma:
Of course my first thought, early yesterday morning, was that it was the smoke detector. I took it down. I took the battery out, put a new one in. Put it back up.
Heard a beep…somewhere. Got the step ladder, climbed up it, took it back down.
I don’t even know how many times I’ve done that. Now it is down and I even took a screw driver to take down the little thing it fits into out of the ceiling.
Nope. All that was there was ceiling.
Last night after my shower I thought it was in the kitchen. I moved the coffee cart and such away from the wall and took off the extension cord. I replaced it with a power strip that is supposed to be safer.
I knew this couldn’t be the beeping, but I am at a loss of what to do at this point. I have to do something, with Abi at my heels.
While doing that I thought I might as well check the outlet behind the coffee bar. I realized that my mini Keurig has a cord that is not two feet long. Who thinks up these things? Is there a reason it’s so short?
There may be a safety reason. But do you know how hard it is, in a house with very few outlets, to hook up such a short cord? You have to be an acrobat to fix these things.
In my dining room, there is one outlet for the entire room.
There was a lot of finagling with that trying to keep things from crashing to the floor. I had to perch the next power strip on a shelf or it would have pulled the mini Keurig to the floor.
Then I started looking at the mammoth refrigerator. The one that is in the VERY corner of the kitchen and a real bitch to move in and out. I decided I would have to look back there.
Dust bunnies from two years of a refrigerator not being moved floated up into the air. I knew I was going to have to take another shower.
Somehow, in my trying to pull it out, the computer lights on the front panel went out. Oh no…
So then I was faced with: How one earth am I going to get back there, because I cannot pull it all the way out, and plug whatever it is back in? I got my flash light and saw that somehow the red button that is turned to on on this power strip had suddenly turned off.
After much climbing and reaching and breathing in of dust bunnies, I rectified that.
Does anyone, by the way, know why they’re called dust bunnies? Not dust rabbits, or dust hares. Or any other animal?
Then I realized I might have pulled it out too far. The ice maker…
How to know what I’d done there? I took the container with ice out and dumped all the ice and put it back in and waited, my right ear to the door, to see if I could hear water running to the ice maker.
It reminded me of those lessons they taught in high school where kids had to carry around something, pretending it was their baby, in order to learn how hard it is to take care of a baby. Wonder if they still do that.
My baby is a smoke alarm. My nemesis is a beeping noise.
I am now sitting in my chair typing. Abi is on a warm blanket between my legs. She is terrified. You would not recognize this dog. She is not at all her usual self. She is not playing and yapping and aggravating Charlie. I fear she will have to be fitted for a strait jacket soon.
What to do? Well, I doubt if I look online or in the phone book there will be any help under??? Beeping fixers? Beeping annihilators? Beeping finders? …Ghost busters?
Charlie is not nearly as frightened as she is. Actually, oddly enough, he’s rather calm. Now if this were a gnat buzzing, it would be an entirely different story. He would be under the bedding shaking so hard his teeth would be rattling.
What to do? I’ve done everything I can think of. I go and stand in every room and listen. Naturally it doesn’t beep when I’m there just like water doesn’t boil when you stand over it.
So I take a dining room chair, and, holding Abi, situate it in various places in the house.
I grow bored pretty fast, so I get my camera. I think up the idea that if I take a photo from everywhere I sit, I will be cancelling out that particular area.
Not loud enough here…check.
It beeps randomly. Not at exact times. So hard to pinpoint. I feel like a failure, Abi. I’m so very sorry.
I am faced with a monster that beeps. It has put Abi into a practically catatonic state. There it goes again. Abi jumps, and raises her head fearfully. She is but a shadow of her former self. She is not Abi.
I can only think of a few things that have batteries in this house. A flashlight, two clocks, and the smoke detector. If there’s something else, I can’t think of it.
Abi is now in a place she never goes, underneath a plant stand.
Charlie is perched on the couch arm nearby staring down at her as if to say: “What’s a matter, Abs?” His ears are perked up in consternation. She is hardly recognizable. She is not the Abi that he knows.
I am beside myself. Whenever I do figure out where this beeping is coming from, I will feel as though I’ve won the lottery. Or I will bash it with a hammer. Or I will have to be fitted for a strait jacket right along with Abi.
Thirty-six beeping hours and counting…
Abi will possibly need therapy after this. Or a dog whisperer.
Abi is hiding. Abi never hides. She is an outgoing, playful, full of mischief little girl who keeps everyone constantly entertained.
Her eyes, that I see peeking from behind the secretary, are beseeching. I feel so guilty. Those eyes are saying: “Mom, please stop the beeping.”
I need one of those snugglies. Do they still make those? That you put on and wrapped around your neck and it held the baby in front of you?
Weeks from now, if I figure this out, it will be funny I know. It will be a silly story to tell. I hope I will laugh at myself for not realizing right away what it is.
Unless…I still haven’t figured it out. I don’t even want to think of that possibility.
But right now I’m faced with (there it goes) a beeping noise that is holding everyone in this house hostage. That has Abi stuck to me like glue.
Whatever could it be? ANY IDEAS OUT THERE?