Without mysteries, life would be very dull indeed. What would
be left to strive for if everything were known?
Good morning, everyone. Another Monday, another week begins. I had a nice weekend despite the fact that I had about 4 hours sleep in three nights. For about three days there was an awful beeping in the courtyard. Sounded like an overly loud alarm clock. Tick tock, tick tock. I thought originally it was a smoke alarm with a battery dying out, but then I thought, no one could possibly live with that incessant beeping in their home...and besides it would stop for a few hours at a time and then begin again. Made me think that perhaps the new people next door had set up an alarm on their home. Seemed to coincide with their moving in, and perhaps they turned it on when they weren't there. So, when I saw the light on I marched over there, my jammies under my coat, and asked. Not them. And they were the nicest people.
Then I thought maybe the timer on the outside light was acting up. By now I was desperate. I needed some sleep. It was starting to effect my health. I was getting light-headed, cranky, and had stomach pain from stress. On Sunday I went around the block seeing if it was coming from something over there.
Well, early Sunday morn, about 12:30 am to be exact, it started beeping and didn't stop until after I returned from church. By then I had left a message on the super's phone, and he had gone to check on it. You will never guess what it was. Recently tenants upstairs moved out and when someone moves, they completely redo the apartment. This time they used a new company who lowered all the wood and other garbage from the third floor window and left it all there. In one of the garbage bags containing their tools was the smoke alarm from the apartment. I guess I was right in the first place. Sleep felt mighty good last night.
On Saturday I made a huge pan of lasagne with beef and sausage, and my son came over since he couldn't make it for Easter. I really ate more than I should have.
Went to church on Sunday. The altar was gorgeous, my sinuses were not. Couldn't smell any of these wonderful flowers.
Yesterday's dinner. Chicken Paprikash simmering on the stove. Those who eat at my house never know what kind of ethnic food I will be serving.
And that's pretty much it for my weekend. Felt real good to get some sleep last night.
Have a good one.