Now, until the break of day Through this house each fairy stray. ~ Oberon A Midsummer Night’s Dream
Now, however, after a 3 week break, I’m lucky to sleep 6 hours during the day. That, I’m sure, is contributing to my jumpiness.
Have you ever noticed how simple innocuous sounds, when heard in the day time, take on a more ominous ring at night?
I’ve been working nights now since January. I’ve gotten used to the sounds of the rig: the guys shouting, the casings clanging, the horns blowing, the bells ringing and the semis rumbling.
I’m even used to the giant kamikaze bugs that fling themselves into the blinding halogen glow, bouncing like hail off the sides of RV.
However, I’m not used to the sounds of a wrestling match taking place in the cabinets under the island at 1 a.m. or the sudden whir in the ceiling at 2.
Every new house comes with new noises. This one came with new noises and what I suspect might be a few fairies mistaking early October for Midsummer.
She used my Mom’s recipe, which should serve 8 or 10, but really turns out to be 6 giant dumplings.
My birthday was 4 days ago. Heidi’s eaten one half of one. I’ve eaten 4 1/2. 😀
SO, it could be a combination of sleep deprivation and a sugar high that caused me to leap out of my seat when the pots and pans began rattling under the center island in the quiet middle of the night.
I looked. Nothing. I closed the cabinets. 5 minutes later the pans rang out again. The day before there was a half of a Dorito on the floor by the dresser.
Last night there was a half of a Dorito under the sink. We don’t eat Doritos.
We do have little bags of chips we give the guys when they head home. Checking the grab bag, yep, one little bag had one big hole. This no doubt accounts for the symphony under the sink. The solution for that (I hope) is in the JIC closet. That doesn’t explain why the ceiling began whirring.
Around 2:00 a.m., shortly after the pan noise abated, I heard a new, strange noise. I looked up and the ceiling seemed to be readying for take off – all on its own. The dome opened and the blades picked up speed.
I came to the obvious, sleep deprived, sugar induced conclusion that it was a mouse escape route and that they’d somehow bounced on a secret button.
The fan is considerably too high to reach, even on a chair. At this point the pots started banging again and I knew I had to go to the JIC closet and take action (no, not the gun, I’m not that tired).
It’s big and white so I’m afraid that mostly speaks to my continual state of fatigue over the past several weeks and my highly keen observation skills.
Sure enough, it says Fan and Dome and Exhaust and Intake. I couldn’t get it out of its holder…
But I was able to push the off button on the fan and the close button on the dome.
The question of how those buttons suddenly got turned on at 2 a.m. remains a mystery. Tomorrow the mouse traps come out. Henry has been on high alert all night. His ears are probably cramping and I’m a very tired woman, pumped and plumped with dumplings. We need our rest.
If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber’d here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: If you pardon we will mend. ~ Puck, A Midsummer’s Night Dream