He Is On My Side

I am getting older and with age comes wisdom. Well, I am told wisdom comes to some people. I must have been out when they were making the wisdom deliveries because all that age has brought to me is a body that seems to be degrading on a daily basis. My mind hasn’t been doing too well either. To be fair, my mind was never that strong.

 

I have tinnitus which is an eternal buzzing in my ears. There is something else in my right ear, but the ear doctors couldn’t quantify it so I guess I just don’t have a problem. It is said that Joan of Arc suffered from tinnitus and those that don’t believe God whispered in her ear will tell you that she had a bad case of tinnitus. I don’t want God to guide me in leading a holy army, but it would be nice if He would guide me when I am buying lotto tickets.

 

Last night, Louise and I were watching TV when I heard a beep. Sometimes TV sound tracks have odd little noises so I didn’t pay much attention to it. It happened again and again. I kept an eye on Louise to see if she heard the beep, but nothing. Eventually, I asked her if she heard a beep and she said that she hadn’t. I heard another beep and Louise said that she heard it this time too. I got up and stood under the smoke alarm at the back of the hall for a few minutes watching it to see if it was up to anything funny, but no beep. I went downstairs and spent a few minutes under each one of the alarms in the basement, but they seemed to have finished beeping for the night, if it were indeed them at all.

 

We were beep free all day today and I had moved on to watching the chandelier in the front hall just in case it decided to spontaneously burst into flames. It shouldn’t, but I have a policy of never trusting something that has a French name for no apparent reason. As far as I can tell, there is no English translation for chandelier which seems odd to me. Surely, some long ago British noble had a version of hanging lights in their foyer. Yes, another French word that is taking over for front hall. We English speakers should be vigilant.

I heard the beep again tonight while watching TV. This time so did Louise. I went and stared at the smoke detectors again, but nothing. While I was in the basement staring at the smoke detector I started to wonder if instead of a battery problem, could be possible that we had an animal problem. Do mice beep? Do squirrels? Rats!!!??? Please God, no rats! Just as I was about to run upstairs screaming like a little girl, the smoke detector beeped.

 

Thank God! I was saved from an infestation of rats by a dead battery. There is a God and it appears that He is on my side.