| | Strange Interlude Sometimes when you're in a house by yourself, your mind does strange things. Well, frankly, for some of us, that happens a lot, whatever the excuse. Anyway, I'm sitting here, playing Solitaire and letting my mind roam the universe, when I hear--a noise. Didn't I? Strange, kind of a--well, dragging? The wind's blowing outside, and the mobile home is groaning and settling and cricking and cracking, but that's all familiar. Something else --the coffeemaker? I turn it off. Play some more, but this time I'm alert. Could the fridge motor be trying to give up? It's almost like a panting sound this time.
Cat's on the chair, sound asleep. There's really no such thing as a watch cat, unfortunately. If a burglar burst in here, Beau would probably wake up in time to save himself, but I'd definitely be on my own.
Nobody here. I think of the old days, when my husband, though sick, and inclined to sleep through hurricanes and earthquakes, was still a solace. Even after I had to get rid of the gun he kept under the bed, I could trust him to take care of any burglars that came around. He'd have clubbed them with his oxygen tank, if nothing else. But now, I'm--hmm, was that a beep?
ET? In a Senior Citizen's mobile home park? Now, that would be a story, wouldn't it.
Sort of a tiny little mechanical plea for help--this is getting spooky.
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Morning now. The tv is on. Somebody is running a saw next door. Yet again--a sound. Nearby, in the house. A strange little, sort of personal sound that tweaks at your nerves. Where could it be coming from?
---Okay, we've all been through this, but you'd have recognized it faster, I bet. The cell phone. Still in my purse from last Monday. Wanting recharging. Gasping out its last little electronic SOS.
With all those fancy ring tones, you'd think they could program a cell phone to say--or even sing--"Help! Come and get me! I'm dying!"
Or at least, have it cry out my favorite Last Words line--"I'm Melllllllting! Melllllllllllting! mmmmmeeelllllllllllllttttttiiiiing" Even I could figure out what that meant. |
| | Posted 4/11/2008 2:49 PM - 10 comments
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I often think I should write about my life as I'm sure my children have forgotten half of the things I did when I was younger - would make an interesting eulogy too better than any they would think of !. Ladies in shorts ? I've seen photos of women older than me wearing shorts while on holiday- not an edifying sight - wouldn't frighten any man with a pacemaker Still very cold here and likely to remain so until the middle of next week. 
Marie
