A confession
Apr. 6th, 2006 09:03 amI hate people who ring doorbells in the middle of the night. Mine is pretty obnoxious. It's left over from the early 40s. A brass bell with a metal strike. It is hooked to a tightly wound mess of copper wires which run to the button at the front door. When the button is pressed the bell in my kitchen makes this heavy metallic BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZKlank that startles me and the animals.
At 4:30 in the morning I had NO idea who would be ringing my doorbell. I looked twice at the clock before I staggered into the front room. A trail of curious animals followed me. They didn't seem terribly perturbed--that should have been my first clue. I peered through a crack in the roman shades to see who might be there. It could be Raheem telling me the place is burning down, who knows. Nope, no one. The courtyard and my stoop was as empty as a politician's soul. I looked at the animals. The animals looked at me and then wandered back to bed without me.
It was then I realized the BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZKlank I'd heard was not the doorbell it was me. With my head and throat full of cold, I'd woken myself up snoring!
Sheesh
At 4:30 in the morning I had NO idea who would be ringing my doorbell. I looked twice at the clock before I staggered into the front room. A trail of curious animals followed me. They didn't seem terribly perturbed--that should have been my first clue. I peered through a crack in the roman shades to see who might be there. It could be Raheem telling me the place is burning down, who knows. Nope, no one. The courtyard and my stoop was as empty as a politician's soul. I looked at the animals. The animals looked at me and then wandered back to bed without me.
It was then I realized the BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZKlank I'd heard was not the doorbell it was me. With my head and throat full of cold, I'd woken myself up snoring!
Sheesh