I find myself obsessed with a single green light. It’s not a traffic light, a light on a boat, or a light on a dashboard. No, this is a light on a smoke detector. As some of you may recall, this is not the first time I’ve had a gripe with a smoke detector. However, this time, it’s personal.
We live on a busy street near downtown Chattanooga. The noise and the light at night are the only things I don’t like about where we live.
To combat this (short of moving), I’ve taken to sleeping with ear plugs. I also recently found inexpensive curtains that block light, dampen noise, and provide insulation all in one.
I was so excited to hang those curtains. When the curtain rod arrived chipped on both finials, I was too impatient to send it back. We colored the chips in with a sharpie and hung the rod with the chips facing the wall. No one will ever know (well, except you).
The curtains did a beautiful job blocking the light. The room went from dusk to could-be-in-a-cave in moments.
But then, as my eyes adjusted when I laid down the first night, there, staring down at me was the green-eyed monster. What was just another part of the ambient light in the room before the curtains is now a giant, glaring green sun beaming straight into my eyes. I try covering my head with a pillow. This works until I run out of oxygen. I try sleeping on one side. When I roll to my back in my sleep, I am rudely awakened by the green spotlight in my eyes.
Pat, apparently suffering from more eye damage than I, barely notices. In this case, however, I can’t get angry at him for not doing anything about it because we can’t reach the thing. I would call maintenance, but I’m sure they will tell me they have some legal obligation to keep me awake all night.
I suggest we buy one of those suction dart guns and shoot at the light until we get one to stick, covering it up. Pat, being more practical, suggests we use a pole to stick some opaque double-sided tape over the light. We realize we don’t have a pole. I wonder if we could get an opaque balloon and get it to float up to the smoke detector. Or perhaps throw a rope over the truss and pull up an open umbrella to cast a shadow over the bed. Maybe we should get a bed with a canopy?
At this point, I don’t care if we shoot the smoke detector with a real gun–I want that green light out! This time, I am not alone. Tisen, too, fears the green-eyed monster. He can’t settle down until he finds a place to hide his head.
Tonight may be the night we figure out how to put out the eye of the cyclops!