the other night, Brian was either back in his shop or in the office. I heard this noise. It seemed to be coming from the television.
I turned the sound down. Still heard it. Kind of rhythmic. I walked over by the television. Listened. Nothing. Sat back down. Heard it again. Damn, what is that noise? I got up and walked into the dining room. Nope, nothing. Into the living room, could it have been a cat grooming and banging up against something. I looked around, everyone was sleeping. Very puzzled at this point, but I’m finding nothing. I went back into the family room and sat down, turned the sound back up on the television and rewound my show.
The noise started again. Argh! This is making me crazy. I opened the door to the garage, was it coming from out there? Nope.
It sounded louder by the fireplace when I stood in the right spot. But when I walked over there, I couldn’t hear it.
Finally, as I was just standing there turning my head this way and that, trying to catch the direction, I happened to look up. No, it can’t be. The ceiling fan? That runs 24/7 to keep the air distributed? Say it ain’t so. The fan was on low. I turned it off. The sound quit. I turned it on full. Sound is much, much louder.
At least I know what it is now. I told Brian. He said we have another new fan back in his shop. He might look at the bearings in the one on the ceiling to see if he can fix it, but at least it’s not going to cost too much to take care of it.
And I had peace of mind. One of life’s petty annoyances is mysterious noises.
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