These were
loud pings, enough to wake me up, and I cowered in bed in the dark, finally
timing them – one every two minutes. And
occasionally what sounded like a voice.
Finally got enough courage to get out of bed, turn on a lot of lights, and investigate the cell
phone, the landline phones, the oven timer, dryer, livingroom tv, front door,
kitchen tv, computer – you wouldn’t believe how many things in a house can ping. Ended up watching the smoke
alarm – sure enough, not only did it ping every two minutes, every now and then
a woman’s voice said – I finally put in my hearing aids to get it right – “low
battery.”
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.
Firemen to the rescue! Remind me to tell you the story of my friend Nancy and the Port Moody Fire Department sometime. I loved this. CMS
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