It was 2 p.m. I was at my computer upstairs in my temporary (or maybe permanent) office wasting time going down rabbit holes. Useless rabbit holes that won’t even help me at Jeopardy! Gracie, my sweet kitty was sleeping on my computer desk. A loud annoying noise went off. Gracie jumped several feet in the air. I ran for the beloved husband.
“It’s the damn smoke detectors!” We disconnected the detector and took out the battery. It tested better than good. The screech was still going. Gracie decided that downstairs was a better place to be. I would have been with her but we had to stop it. We did all sorts of things like testing it, changing the battery, reconnecting, disconnecting but nothing was working.
We are in this house less than a year. The people before us didn’t leave us with any information on the smoke detectors (or anything else for that matter). We googled and tried all those things. Nothing worked. It was a long time later (at least an hour but felt like a month) and it was still screaming.
The beloved husband was looking at the detector in his hands and said, “I don’t understand it. The sound should be coming out of this fixture but it’s not. There is nothing else in the room but your computer.”
Wop to the side of the head! I raced back to the room (which was still wailing). There were only two electric wires hanging down where the detector used to be. They can’t make a sound. I listened next to the computer. Nope, not the computer but I noticed my power backup was wildly flashing red lights. I turned it off and the wailing stopped. I turned it back on and all was good. Green lights and no noise. It will beep when the power goes off to signal me to shut down but I have no idea why it was wailing.
We killed a lot of time, raised blood pressure and agitation level (which isn’t low to start with) because we jumped to a conclusion. I need to be more like Gracie. Remove yourself from the noise in order to think. In her case it was in order to snooze but that’s good too.