They just don't care - Day 7 of 30 day writing challenge

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30-Day writing challenge through Kale & Cigarettes (500 words)

You gotta love the days when you wake to a low battery high-pitched beep on a smoke detector in the house, especially during those "snooze" 9-minute sections where you love sleep the most. The newer kind that is half carbon monoxide detector and has a voice is even worse.

The last time I heard it go off was to announce "carbon monoxide present" when my son started up his dirt bike in the garage and let it run for awhile (he said it was good for it). The time before that, our gas heater had a leak—yes in winter and was tagged as a Hazard with a big pink sticker by the gas company. So, at least it works.

Now I get to hear this detector say "low battery". I'm going to leave it for the sleeping teenagers in the house. They surely need an extra alarm. Let's see if they get the ladder out and change the battery... Off I go, will write more later.

They just don't care

Later. Everyone ate their breakfast and cleared out of the house, but the smoke detector beep is still going strong. They just don't care. Maybe they didn't even hear it. I left the house again without changing it. I'll give them another chance.

What I do care about is that there is a dog bone in my car on the dashboard. I don't have a dog. It was included with my cats' flea medicine. I have told myself that the next lucky person with a dog who comes by conveniently gets it. I'd love to give it to the lucky dog myself. I miss my dog who passed away years ago. I miss how happy dogs are to get their treat, and how thankful they are. They make me feel so respected and loved.

Dogs with treats

After I finally give the lucky dog the bone, I might have to buy a box for my car as I feel it will be an ongoing thing.

The act of giving, and receiving a grateful smile in return, sure makes my day.

On the way to school this morning, my daughter asked what "havoc" means and my response was that it's like chaos. She then said that she always thought that chaos was spelled "cayoss" and now she knows it's spelled "caos". I had to correct her (not easy for someone who knows everything) but decided that it's a good thing to write about today.

Chaos spelled "cayoss"

This article today is the least bit chaotic, but I'm hoping no one will read it. I'm just honoring myself by doing these 500 words per day. It feels good to uphold a promise, and just like my Ashtanga yoga each morning—my sequence I follow to the detail each day, for me not the teacher—it trains the mind to form new patterns that are helpful.

Here's some chaos: my son's tan BMW in the garage (after he had a sleepover last night) was covered in black graffiti words that looked like spray paint. I couldn't believe it. Joke's on me. It's the kind of paint that you can peel off if you want.

p.s. I just realized that the smoke detector is no longer beeping, which does not necessarily mean that someone changed the battery. It's possible that it's broken.

p.s.s. This article is really boring. I should give up on this writing challenge and go to happy hour instead.