Do you ever stop and think about how easily your house communicates with you? It seems, sometimes, that the place we live in must certainly have a life of its own. For instance:
The unexpected slow sound of water filling the toilet tank says, "Hey, get busy and replace that flapper-doodle thing."
The soap curds floating in the bath tub say, "Hey, you forget to add salt to the softener."
The cricket clicks that say, "Hey, you didn't replace the smoke alarm battery on schedule."
The double clicks before the table lamp comes on says, "Hey, you stole the three-way bulb,
what do you expect!"
The annoying buzzng sound that says, "Hey, you left a phone off the hook."
The sudden crack when the weather cools says, "Relax, it's just old vinyl siding contracting."
The faint sound of sighing says, "Just the water softener kicking on."
."Some sounds, however, are just your home laughing at you. For instance:
The battery-operated doorbell that rings when you use the can opener or ice cube dispenser.
The garage door that used to open when a little plane went overhead.
The blasted doorbell, again, when someone uses a cell phone in a passing car.
The radios that wouldn't work when the yard lights had light-sensitive timers.
I just talk back to my house and say, "I'm in charge here! Put a sock in it!"