Have you ever had somethin happen thats totally unexplained and unexpected that shakes you right out of the magnolias and even causes you to lose sleep, to boot? Well, it happened to me just the other night. I was getting ready for bed, mindin my own business, enjoying the peace and quiet and walkin thru the bathroom towards the closet when this horrendous noise assaulted my ears, scaring me to pieces! Suddenly, it was like being inside a pinball machine and the noise was so loud and foreign I couldn't, for the life of me, figure out what had happened to cause it. Whatever it was, hit the floor and was pingin and bouncin across the tile, hitting the cabinets and walls then just as suddenly as it started, it stopped. You can imagine my horror, having just gotten out of the shower wrapped in a towel thinkin we were under attack or somethin! I managed to only catch a fleetin glimpse of somethin shiny as it flew by me at lightenin speed! Oh dear! Is it a bullet ricocheting?
What a rude jolt back into reality! I was all relaxed after a very pleasant evening of chatting, watching some mindless TV with Gary, enjoying a little glass of wine and then suddenly to have my heart jump out of my chest beatin 100 miles an hour was a crazy feelin to be sure! Was someone breakin into our house; one of those home invasions you hear about on the news? Are we under siege? What the heck is going on out there? Do I even want to know? My first thought was; could I make it to one of the several hiding places where we keep our scattered arsenal. And when I do, then what? Can I actually shoot someone? I think I could if I caught'em in the act of breakin in or hurting Gary and the pups! Would my hands be shakin too much to even aim at all? There is really only one vulnerable window in our house and Gary was in that room! Surely to goodness he heard the commotion too and leapt into action ready to defend our home and the pups! I listened but didn't hear anything other than my heart racing. Oh gosh, was he knocked out; shot and bleeding all over the beige carpet? I rushed to get my jammies on, lest I be murdered wearing only a towel. Wouldn't that just be my worst fear come to life, murdered naked! I shuddered at the thought!
Minutes passed. I gird my loins and was poised, ready for action to make the leap for my 22 when Gary and the pups came into the bedroom. See, it was 10:00 and they are ready to go outside one last time and hit the bed at exactly 10:00. If you are late, they let you know; bossy little things that they are. I collected myself, caught my breath and asked Gary if he heard the awful noise and if he knew what it was. He heard it but thought maybe I dropped somethin. I decided it was best for him not to know just where my imagination had taken me and we started looking around the bathroom for the offending "bullet". Right under the door to the closet I spied a shiny round object.
Gary said it was a ball bearing and it looked like it came from a "substantial piece of machinery"! Well, thats a mystery. The only "machinery" in those 2 rooms would be the ceiling fan over the bed and it looked secure. We always have it on at night to stir the air. I still wasn't quite sold on it being the fan. I thought maybe it was the shower head but Gary just laughed at me and said something like "You sure dont know anything about machinery". Well, no I dont Mr. Smarty Pants.
After being in such a tizzy, I finally got my heart beat under control and went back to gettin ready for bed, all the while wonderin if we should sleep with the fan on or off. What if it flew off and decapitated us in our sleep? Could happen, I suppose. Well, at our age Im willing to take the risk but I didn't want to see or hear it, if it did, so I put my earplugs in, my sleeping mask on and took a night pill.
By the next evening I had kind of pushed it from my mind on account we all still had our heads attached and the fan still looked secure and not the least little bit wobbly. I was really looking forward to a good nights sleep because every time I woke up the night before that dreadful thought crossed my mind! After I took my shower and finished getting ready for bed, "ping"! It happened again! When I opened the double doors that lead from the bathroom back into the bedroom another silver ball actually hit me on its way to the tile floor! Mystery solved! I hollered for Gary and he deduced that the little silver balls go into a groove at the top of the door in the catching mechanism to keep the doors closed. Mercy goodness, was I ever glad to have that mystery solved.
Oh The Not So Sweet Mysteries of Life.....
Monday, June 20, 2011
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