Emergency responders-where are you when you’re needed?

Why are none of you helping? I can’t go on much longer. I can’t go on alone.

I turned off the power to the hall at the fuse box, thinking that would outwit the demonic smoke alarm. There are now no lights in the bathroom or hallway and the green light on the smoke alarm has been extinguished. But still the thing tweets. Every thirty seconds. Without fail. There, it just did it again.

I climbed the stepladder again and twisted the cover of the alarm off in order to try to read any instruction on the inside. This is almost impossible because the wires are short and the cover is meant to lie flat against the wall. To read the print on the inside you have to pull the cover at right angles to the wall and get up high enough to read from above. It wasn’t worth the considerable effort for there are no instructions, just a dire warning that if you tamper with the wiring you will get an electric shock. The cover is now dangling from its three live wires. The alarm will not die. I, on the other hand, am losing the will to live.

About Liz Barron

US Peace Corps Volunteer in Armenia. Permanent address in Washington DC. Deep roots in Northern Ireland and persistent Belfast accent. Blogger,cook, mother, grandma, Scrabble-player and enthusiastic world traveler.
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