{"id":287,"date":"2015-12-12T09:55:56","date_gmt":"2015-12-12T14:55:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/tedmalexander.com\/wordpress\/?p=287"},"modified":"2016-07-01T10:13:09","modified_gmt":"2016-07-01T14:13:09","slug":"when-things-go-chirp-in-the-night","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/tedmalexander.com\/wordpress\/?p=287","title":{"rendered":"When Things go \u2018Chirp!\u2019 in the Night"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Asheville Citizen-Times 12\/12\/2015 &#8211; Ted Alexander, Columnist &#8211;<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_288\" style=\"width: 310px\" class=\"wp-caption alignleft\"><a href=\"http:\/\/tedmalexander.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/12\/chirp.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-288\" class=\"wp-image-288 size-medium\" title=\"Can an Irish setter suffer from eating cardboard? Readers wanted to know.\" src=\"http:\/\/tedmalexander.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/12\/chirp-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" srcset=\"http:\/\/tedmalexander.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/12\/chirp-300x225.jpg 300w, http:\/\/tedmalexander.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/12\/chirp.jpg 534w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-288\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Unexplained chirping in the middle of the night is enough to drive one cuckoo.(Photo: Pearson Scott Foresman\/Courtesy of Wikipedia.org)<\/p><\/div>\n<p>Chirp! My neighbor, Thelma, enjoys a few cocktails or some wine every evening. After a while she can\u2019t remember if she locked her car. Over the course of two or three hours, she\u2019ll walk outside several times and press her remote to make sure the vehicle is secure. Chirp! Last check is usually around 9 o\u2019clock.<\/p>\n<p>It was much later when I heard it again.<\/p>\n<p>Chirp!<\/p>\n<p>I glanced at the clock. Almost 2 in the morning. Thelma must have awakened and wondered again if she\u2019d locked her car.<\/p>\n<p>A minute later, another chirp, followed by quiet. OK, now she\u2019s now gone back to sleep.<\/p>\n<p>Chirp!<\/p>\n<p>Wait a minute. That wasn\u2019t Thelma, it was the smoke detector. I climbed out of bed, walked to the garage and carried the ladder into the house.<\/p>\n<p>Chirp!<\/p>\n<p>The former homeowner, Albert Einstein, had placed a smoke detector on the ceiling immediately inside the bedroom door and one just outside the same door \u2014 2 feet apart. Being a genius myself, I had never taken one down, and as a result couldn\u2019t tell which was making the noise.<\/p>\n<p>I waited.<\/p>\n<p>Chirp!<\/p>\n<p>I still wasn\u2019t sure. I stood on the ladder next to the hall smoke detector. I heard the chirp again, but was 99 percent sure it came from the bedroom. I moved the ladder next to the bedroom detector, climbed up and listened.<\/p>\n<p>Chirp!<\/p>\n<p>Now I was 100 percent sure the sound was from the detector outside the door in the hall!<\/p>\n<p>I also noticed that I had an audience. Howdy, our dog, was sitting on the end of the bed watching my every move. \u201cLie down,\u201d I stage-whispered. He didn\u2019t move a muscle and continued to stare, confirming the wise choice I had made to spend $200 for dog-obedience school.<\/p>\n<p>I decided to make an executive decision. I\u2019d replace both batteries and be done with the problem. I had a sleeve of nine-volts in the drawer. I changed each one, placed the ladder back in the garage, shoved the dog to the middle of the bed, got in and closed my eyes.<\/p>\n<p>Chirp! Chirp!<\/p>\n<p>You\u2019ve got to be kidding me. I looked out the window. It wasn\u2019t Thelma. Her lights and the house lights were still out. It was the two smoke detectors.<\/p>\n<p>I got the ladder again, replaced the new batteries with new-new batteries and slipped back into bed.<\/p>\n<p>Chirp! Chirp!<\/p>\n<p>Cuckoo! Cuckoo!<\/p>\n<p>The smoke detectors and the Black Forest clock.<\/p>\n<p>I walked back into the living room.<\/p>\n<p>Ding! Ding! The mantle clock joined the chorus.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019m beginning to lose it.<\/p>\n<p>Beep! Beep! Beep!<\/p>\n<p>From the front window I watched the newspaper delivery truck back into the driveway.<\/p>\n<p>Hearing the truck, Howdy jumped from the bed, barking, and barreled around a corner of the wood floor, the front paws digging in for traction as the hind legs skidded sideways and out of control.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cGo back to the bedroom,\u201d I ordered in my firmest obedience-school voice, pointing in that direction.<\/p>\n<p>He lay down.<\/p>\n<p>Chirp! Chirp!<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019ve got to do something about the smoke detectors.<\/p>\n<p>Da-Ding! I glance at my watch. My cell phone just received a message at 2:15 a.m.<\/p>\n<p>Whoosh! It\u2019s responding to someone I probably didn\u2019t even know.<\/p>\n<p>Bong! The grandfather clock strikes the quarter-hour.<\/p>\n<p>Chirp! Chirp!<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019m about to lose it. I scramble to the top of the ladder, unscrew both smoke detectors from the mounting brackets, detach the wires, take the two down, and using a magnifying glass, read the nearly indecipherable instructions imprinted on the backs. I discover that the test button has to be reset before the new battery is inserted. I remove the batteries, hold the button down on both smoke detectors for 20 seconds. I insert the batteries, reattach the wires and screw each into their brackets.<\/p>\n<p>Back on the floor, I stand between the two, looking up, wild-eyed and deranged, daring either to make the slightest hint of noise.<\/p>\n<p>Nothing. All quiet. A miracle.<\/p>\n<p>I jump into bed and close my eyes.<\/p>\n<p>Chirp!<\/p>\n<p>I hit the floor running, ready to rip the smoke detectors out of the ceiling with my bare hands, then grind them up with my teeth. I arrive with a screeching halt and quickly realize the sound is from neither one. I head back to the bedroom and stare out the window to discover a new pattern \u2014 Thelma checking her car at 2:30 a.m.<\/p>\n<p>I cover my head with the pillow. The house could collapse around me and I wouldn\u2019t care.<\/p>\n<p>My wife wakes at 6, sits on the side of the bed, stretches, then removes her earplugs. She taps me on the shoulder. \u201cHow did you sleep?\u201d she asked. Not waiting for a response, she added, \u201cI dreamt a wild sparrow was trapped in the house last night.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m not surprised,\u201d I said, stumbling to my feet and plodding to the kitchen. \u201cThis place is for the birds.\u201d<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"-newsgate-paragraph-cci-endnote-contact-\">Ted Alexander lives in Asheville. His second novel, \u201cAfter &amp; Before,\u201d came out in October and is available at Malaprop\u2019s Bookstore\/Caf\u00e9 and online book retailers.<br \/>\n<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"-newsgate-paragraph-cci-endnote-contact-\">Ted Alexander lives in Asheville. <\/span>Contact him at <a title=\"tedmalexander.com\/contact\" href=\"http:\/\/tedmalexander.com\/contact.html\" target=\"_blank\">TedMAlexander.com\/contact<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p>Learn more about the author and the novels online at <a title=\"The Fall of Summer\" href=\"http:\/\/tedmalexander.com\/Books.html\" target=\"_blank\">TedMAlexander.com\/Books.html<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<a href=\"http:\/\/tedmalexander.com\/wordpress\/?p=287\" rel=\"bookmark\" title=\"Permalink to When Things go \u2018Chirp!\u2019 in the Night\"><p>Asheville Citizen-Times 12\/12\/2015 &#8211; Ted Alexander, Columnist &#8211; Chirp!<\/p>\n<\/a>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_hide_featured_image":false,"_jetpack_featured_image_duplicate_dismissed":0,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[4],"tags":[12,18,19,9],"class_list":["post-287","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","category-asheville-citizen-times-articles","tag-asheville-nc","tag-nc-citizen-times","tag-smoke-detector","tag-ted-m-alexander","h-entry","hentry"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7iRM4-4D","jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/tedmalexander.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/287","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/tedmalexander.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/tedmalexander.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/tedmalexander.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/tedmalexander.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=287"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/tedmalexander.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/287\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":289,"href":"http:\/\/tedmalexander.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/287\/revisions\/289"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/tedmalexander.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=287"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/tedmalexander.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=287"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/tedmalexander.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=287"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}