When New Year’s Eve 2016 rolled around, I remember being so sure in my heart that 2017 was going to be the best year ever. Boy, was I wrong. Starting in January, things that have never happened before started and they are still going strong here in June.
For the first time ever, we had carbon monoxide alarms go off in the middle of the night in both January and February, which meant having the Fire Department in the house, some in full regalia, looking for the source. They never discovered what caused it, but we had to pack up our cat and go to a motel both times. We learned our cat isn’t a motel kind of guy. Finally we bought new alarms, paid a small fortune to have the water heater changed from gas to electric and are shopping for an electric drier to replace the gas one. The furnace is gas, but it checks out and nobody, including the FD, gas tech or furnace tech think it’s the culprit.
Then, after having no problems for months, one of the alarms began chirping. It didn’t alarm, just chirped once, but about every four hours and only at night. This really adds to one’s lack of sleep due to other reasons, such as my husband falling out of a high closet (don’t even ask) and tearing the rotator cuff away from the bone on April 13th. That causes some restlessness at night. His surgery is in late June, so it’s been fun.
But back to the CO alarm, we suspect it is due to a Hoya plant’s (I have three in bloom right now) pungent perfume that only reveals itself at night. Did you know that perfume, after shave, aerosol sprays and other things can set off a CO alarm? I moved the plants to another room and finally ripped that alarm out of the electric socket, took the batteries out and replaced it with a battery driven model last night.
Yesterday I opened the smoked glass door to my built in computer and discovered the field mice we’re battling this year (for the first time in 36 years) have been in there. They totally stripped the rubber off the USB cable to my exterior hard drive. They tore up manila envelopes of all sizes and the back off a ream of paper, as well. Thankfully, they didn’t touch the wires of my computer stack. There’s D-con in there waiting for them now.
Yes, we have a cat. We have a very expensive Siamese cat. We’ve had him for 12 years now. He doesn’t hunt mice. He uses mice for entertainment only. He sleeps all day because he’s up all night cavorting with the mice. Here he is today.
We also discovered mice have been in two storage closets in our office and really wreaked havoc, apparently all winter. Yesterday we spent the entire day cleaning that mess out. This has kicked me over the edge, folks, so I’m raging war against them now. Caught two in traps last night and two the night before. How many must there be?
After Mother’s Day, the cut-off time for planting things outside here, we had a foot of snow over three days and nights. I mean it was grueling on that third day. Looks like it has killed most of the scrub oak trees in the area, including ours. Lots of tree cutting needs to be done, but a guy with a torn rotator cuff isn’t able to do such things, so we are just goin’ with the flow this summer.
Just to fill in between these things, there have been daily other disasters, too numerous to mention. We refer to them as crisis du jour now and wonder what’s next every morning over coffee.
My 23-year-old granddaughter just commented, “Granny, the craziest things happen to you.” She just graduated college (brag – something went right) and truly is a really smart girl. And one of my dreams came true, her brother and his wife are making me a great-grandmother to a little girl in the fall.
Do I dare hope the next six months fulfill my original optimism on New Year’s Eve? Let me know what you think.