Next visit from a grandson is not slated for several weeks, so I figured I’d have to hire a man to reach up there. First, though, it would be efficient to make sure I had the right batteries on hand. So the next day I called the fire department. “Probably nine-volt,” said a pleasant woman on the other end. “But why don’t I just send someone over to do it? Are you going to be home for the next hour?”
I post this as a useful tip for other old folks – though it seems there aren’t too many octogenarians reading blogs. I suspect most of you can change your own smoke-alarm batteries.