Monday, May 18, 2009
Scary wake up!
OK - so I wasn't really asleep. I had just gotten back into bed after a bathroom trip and grabbed a book to help me drift back off to sleep. Three pages later the smoke alarm started screaming. Now, when I say screaming, I am not just kidding around. It has the most obnoxious screech imaginable. I jumped up in a total panic and started looking for my glasses. (I don't wear glasses to read in bed.) I ran downstairs and it stopped. OK, so I ran back upstairs and it started again briefly and stopped. I saw the little red light on the one in my bedroom was flashing so I knew it was the culprit. I noticed that my ceiling fan was on. I don't know when that happened. Maybe I turned it on when I went into the bathroom. At any rate, I turned it off and the alarm stopped sounding. Here's the dilemma - is it just dust on the ceiling fan or is there something wrong with the motor on the ceiling fan and I just can't smell anything because it is a 12' foot ceiling and heat and stuff like that rises?
My next thought was that if I had to call the fire department, I needed to straighten up my bedroom. It wasn't disgusting but I had not put away my clean clothing and just plopped them down on top of my blanket chest. And I needed to empty the little waste basket. And I really could stand to dust. And shouldn't I make up the bed? So, at 3am, I did all of that. Then I thought, what if the firemen have to come and then they search the whole house just to be sure everything is ok? This means they would have to go up into the studio.
I have told y'all that I have been sewing like a crazy woman. That means that the studio looks like bomb went off in there. Seriously.
I worked on it for an hour and I made a dent. Most of the yardage is back where it belongs. You can actually see the carpet now under my chair. The cutting table is now stacked with bits and pieces of fabric and interfacing. I have a stack of patterns and instructions on a corner of my other sewing table. It is still a disaster area but I am hoping my call to FEMA for funds to have someone come in here and give it a good cleaning works out.
Posted by Suzan Oxenreider at 4:45 AM