not at all as planned
This morning has not gone quite as planned:
At 6:50 all 5 smoke detectors in the apartment went off, for no apparent reason. If the house is burnt the the ground by the end of the day, I guess then we’ll know why. For now, it seems to be just one more thing that doesn’t work right in our new lives. I got out of bed, looking in every room for signs of smoke, burning, or some sort of oxygen deficiency. I then bumped into The Little Red Haired Girl coming out of the bathroom, fresh from her shower, looking bewildered and cranky. Half an hour later, after talking to the landlord (who had us play with power switches but didn’t really help), I got up on a stool and yanked each and every one of those fuckers out of the ceiling.
At one point I had to go outside to turn off the main power, and made eye contact with a neighbor walking up his driveway. Against the backdrop of my obnoxious off-beat shrieking smoke detectors, he smiled, waved, and kept walking. Which makes me think that smoke detectors are much like car alarms; they go off so frequently for no good reason, that, were there a real emergency, no one would pay the slightest bit of attention. Comforting, really.
After dealing with that I made myself coffee for the first time since moving here. It’s delicious, by the way, thank you. I also made myself half a bagel. Unfortunately, I put it in the $14 toaster oven from walmart and left the room. When I came back my breakfast was a healthy shade of black and half the size it had started. I tried to scrape, but all that did was create a little cloud of brown dust, while the bagel remained burnt and shriveled. I’m eating it anyway. It’s giving me tooth crotch, but what the hell.
