I have set off the fire alarm six times since moving into the farm.
Six. And three of those times have been in the last two weeks.
The fire alarm here at the farm is a connected system with the other alarms going off if one goes off. That’s nice.
Until you set it off accidentally and the Whoop-Whoop-Whoooooooop of that one alarm at the top of the stairs gets going. Then the connected system is a little annoying.
When the alarms get triggered, it seems like they all continue for about 2 minutes after you get whichever alarm that was set off to stop squealing. It can be the longest 2 minutes of your life.
Before you start to completely question my cooking skills (and no fair referencing that previous post about the sauce), the main culprit in this whole scenario is the alarm in the kitchen. It is apparently a fan of the American Southwest – it needs desert air to be happy. For whenever I boil any amount of water – for example, yesterday’s pasta water – it goes off. It even went off when I steamed corn on Monday. It also was a fan of the previous wall color in the kitchen, because it has gone off more since I painted the walls then ever.
I need to replace the detector, clearly, and update the system. Thanks to that squeaky wheel – er, alarm – it will happen sooner rather than later. Until then, we cook with every door and window open downstairs.
I just don’t know if the neighbors will want to join us for dinner anytime soon if we don’t explain why that alarm keeps going off.