Sam often comments that it must be hard to be me, going through life with such acute senses.
Me: What is that smell?! It's driving me crazy!
Him: I can't smell anything.
This morning, once awake, I was actually eager to get out of bed, because one of the first things I noticed was a light pattern flickering on part of the ceiling, near the window. My curiosity wanted satisfaction! I climbed on a chair to look out of the window, and looked all about. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary - the security light wasn't flickering, no houses across the street had their lights on yet, it didn't seem likely that the car moving up the hill would have caused it. With disappointment, I got down from the chair, concluding that either the pattern is always on the ceiling and I've just never noticed, or that it was due to something unusual out of my line of vision.
A few minutes later, I heard a fire engine's siren, coming down the street. It stopped, and then I heard some water. Yes, I went out on the lanai/walkway in my pajamas - my curiousity was going to be satisfied! I saw the rather undramatic scene of a firefighter directing water on the garbage in front of a house across the street, an area that was just below my line of vision when I was standing at the window. And when I went back in, the flickering light on the ceiling was gone.
I contemplated calling the nearby fire station to suggest that they train the neighbors across the street in appropriate waste management. It was the same house where I put out a little fire in the garbage last year, before it reached the point of needing professional attention.
Posted by Shokufeh at March 11, 2004 02:10 PMI'm the same way, and the husband is always looking at me like I'm crazy! The other night he made soup after I went to bed...I woke up with the entire house reeking like celery. Ew.
Posted by: Sharyn at March 17, 2004 04:29 AM