I don’t think any appliance in our home was spared this year. Well, the fridge, but the year is still young. One thing or another had to be repaired or
replaced all year long.
Then today as I was about to leave the house, I heard a weird
noise. It sounded like water
flowing. But there was also a
humming. I checked the toilets. Nothing.
I unplugged the washer and dryer.
Nothing. I went to the bedroom
and unplugged the TV, but I noticed I didn’t hear the noise that much. It was loudest by the kitchen door. I checked the fridge. Nothing.
I turned off the switch for the computer and its accessories. Nothing.
I went outside and again noticed that the sound was minimized.
My first instinct was to drive away, in the event that if the
house explodes, I’m nowhere close by.
But that plan seemed very short term, so I rechecked the appliances and electronics. Nothing.
Realizing that this was above my pay grade, I called my husband and
tried to explain what was occurring. In
describing the symptoms, I apparently was not succinct. He calmly let me know that if I can’t explain
to him what I was hearing, he won’t be able to diagnose the problem. I was thinking that I had never heard this
sound before. I was thinking that I am
possibly in trouble. I wanted to shout,
“Dude, this is your department! You
should know what the heck is going on!” But this is the new and improved Myra, so I said calmly, “I know I hear
water running. I know I hear a noise,
but I just cannot figure out the issue.”
He told me to turn off the main breakers. Several years ago I managed to get over my fear
of flying, but fire and electricity, not so much. I quickly flipped the switches and waited for
further instructions from him. Next
thing I know, the phone went dead. I thought
to myself, “Dammit, didn’t Verizon just fix this phone last week? Shoot.”
I went over to use the neighbors' phone because of course I haven’t seen
my cell in about a week. The husband was
outside with his cell. I borrowed it,
but in my panic, I could not figure out my husband’s number. I told my neighbor that I heard a weird noise
in the house and if he could come and check it out with me. By the way, only as I write this, I realize
that the phone went dead because I turned the breakers off, but let me proceed.
I tried to turn back on the main breakers, but boy was that
difficult. He tried and finally got them
on. We went inside, and of course I didn’t
hear the noise. Then I heard another
weird noise. I knew where that was
coming from. The stupid aquarium was now
buzzing. We found the button and turned
it off. And by we, I mean he because the
only button I found was the light switch.
I was still not working on a full cylinder; plus I hadn’t really looked
at that aquarium in a long while. We now
have turtles which totally repulse me.
He observed that the water was low, and the pump was sucking on
air. My husband called at that moment,
and I assured him that I was fine, and that it was the aquarium. I was about to feel really silly when we both
got to the door and I heard that noise again.
I said to my neighbor, “That’s the noise.” I called my husband back and said, "It’s
not the aquarium. He thinks it’s the
water heater downstairs.”
We went outside and down the crawl space. Using his cell phone light, he checked the
heaters. I found the light switch and
turned it on. We observed that it was
leaking. He suggested that I turned it
off. Then he said, “Wait, water is
leaking on the wires. You are going to
have to call someone. But it seems like
some kind of automatic switch came on when it started leaking.” He probably then said, “Go turn off the main
breakers again before we touch anything”.
But I heard, “GO TURN OFF THE
MAIN BREAKERS NOW BEFORE THE WHOLE PLACE BLOWS!”
I darted to the garage and turned the breakers off. I was so relieved that I made it in time
before the big explosion that I physically felt my heart continue beating
again. In my mind, that someone that I
had to call was the electric company or the fire department, so when I heard
the doorbell ring, I couldn’t believe help came so quickly before I even called. I figured that automatic switchy thing he
mentioned worked a lot better than I thought.
I opened the front door, and I gather that a range of expressions
flooded my face because the next thing I know my Jehovah’s Witnesses point
person and her colleague were asking me if I was okay. I tried to motion to them that I was fine,
but going through something at the moment.
I was still so stricken that I couldn’t talk. They kept asking if I was okay. I put my hand up to say wait and nodded. They were not convinced that all was well, so
they asked if it was the kids. I
repeated the gesture. Then finally I
said that my water heater was leaking, and I had to turn off the main breakers
quickly since the water was running on the wires.
My Jehovah’s Witnesses point person explained that she understands
how it is with those things, but before she leaves me to handle it, she just has
these brochures to leave and she will see me another time. Like any top-notch salesperson, she was not
leaving without giving her wares to her prospect. She gave me a
hug. (Yeah, my Jehovah’s Witnesses point person and I have become good friends
over the past seven years even though I still haven’t visited her hall.) Then she told me to say hi to the kids and
left.
That should have given me a clue that up to this point, my actions
were a little over the top, but it has dawned on me that when a person has a
major fear, rationality is not the first thing on her mind. I went back to the crawl space where my
neighbor finally turned off the valve so the water could stop leaking. Using the light on his cell, he searched for
the buttons. However at the time, I had
not returned to my senses and thought the light I saw was a sparkle or something. I kept calling him and saying shakily, “I wouldn’t go
under there alone. I’m staying up here.” But he ignored me and did what needed to be
done. Truth be told, being neighborly or
not, if shit had hit the fan, I was leaving his ass down there and running for the hills.
My neighbor and I returned to the garage. He turned off the buttons affiliated with the
crawl space and water heater and then put back on the main breakers. I called my husband and asked the neighbor to
explain to him what he did, because God knows, that is so not my expertise. Then my husband said to me, “Do you know that
I had already turned everything off in the crawl space before I left? I wouldn’t have left it like that. You weren’t in any danger.”
I was thinking he didn’t tell me that; but between you and me, even
if he had, I still would have reacted in the same frantic way. Instead I said, “Do you think you can come
home tomorrow?” He said “For what? Everything is fine now.” I replied in my mind, “I don’t know, just to
hold me.”
I swear I could not live without that man. Sure, my input in this relationship is vital,
but the things that he does that I can’t do are lifesaving. Any time he is not around and something goes
awry, I am totally helpless.
For instance, last year summer, the kids and I were enjoying a
Sunday afternoon when we went outside and noticed a crow trapped in some loose
strings on a crocus bag. I looked at my
kids. I don’t care if they are 9 and
10. I don’t discriminate. They looked at me, and I know they were
thinking, “Lady, you are so on your own”.
I took up the bag and realized this would be no easy task. With so many strings around the bird’s leg I had to do something because every time
the poor thing tried to walk or fly, it got dragged back down by the heavy bag. I asked one of my sons to go over to the
neighbor and ask him if he can help us. His
son returned and said his dad wasn’t home, but his brother was, but he was
showering to go to work.
I wasn’t going to ask the entire neighborhood, so I found some
courage. I said to myself: Okay. I
will get some scissors and cut the strings from around the bird’s leg. However, every time I picked up the bag, the
bird flapped its wings which threw me off, causing me to drop the bag. On my third attempt, I started cutting until
I saw something red. Not being able to
see exactly where strings ended and where leg started, I had cut into the
bird.
At this point, I dropped everything, ran off, wrung my hands
and was on the verge of tears. I wondered
if I could cut without looking at the blood or the bird’s leg, but that was impossible. The neighbor’s son squealed, “MYRA! YOU CUT THE BIRD!” At this point, I’m thinking
he’s useless, and I don’t need a commentator.
I asked, “Are you going to do it?”
When he said no, I responded, “Then please don’t tell me the
obvious. Do you think I wanted to cut
its leg? Don’t you think I don’t feel
badly about that?”
Looking over at all this spectacle was the next door neighbor’s
boyfriend on the patio smoking. He came
over like some Western hero with cigarette in mouth. Carefully and effortlessly, he undid the strings and let the
bird loose.
When my kids and I saw the ill-fated creature hopping on one leg
and trying to fly with one wounded wing, as badly as we felt, we couldn’t stop
laughing. And it didn’t take long before
every time we saw a crow someone would joke that I killed its relative.
I know I appear like a complete dimwit, but I promise you, perspectively
speaking, I fall somewhere between that and genius.
