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Thursday, August 17, 2006

How Alarming

Hi ho, MMMLogerinos!

For the last couple of weeks our neighbor's alarm has been going off several times a day. And of course it, like any other horn, siren, barking dog, is wired directly to the Airedale's butt. The alarm in question can go off at 3:30 a.m., again at 9 or 10 and then in the afternoon and evening. It is on no particular schedule, apparently, causing one to anticipate its jarring shriek at any hour. I don't like this, in fact, I freaking hate it. The offending neighbor finally gets around to turning the thing off after they have a cup of coffee or start the dishwasher or their favorite show goes to commercial.

I was pretty sure it was one of a half dozen cars parked along side our house belonging to someone in the house behind us. This morning--weeeahhh, weeeeahhhh, weeeahhh and the Airedale lit off. I let her out in the yard to share our collective pain with the offenders who just happened to be getting into the car, or trying to. This car's alarm was different from what I've heard previously so my thought was something along the line of "@#$@$%^&*^*, what don't these folks understand about car alarms? (In fact, the SOB is going off again as I type.)And I'm really getting freaked because we're talking six cars and six alarms. . .

I go out into the side yard and say good morning to the woman and fellow trying to shut off the alarm. "Sorry about that," she says. I ask what the problem is with their alarm for it goes off so often. She responded that they have no other alarms in their many cars, just that one. But haven't you heard that alarm at all times of the day and night. No. She got in her car and left me shaking my head.

I'm thinking that while they may not have other car alarms they might have a house alarm with an outside horn, which most don't these days because neighbors (like me) get sick of them in the boy-who-cried-wolf-with-bullhorn-in-one's-ear sense. Then when the real deal happens no one pays attention . . . except Airedales.

Mmmmmmmmmmelinda, inserting earplugs now