That would be humiliation. A faint, high-pitched sound permeated our downstairs and I looked all over for alarms to no avail. My husband, a physicist/engineer and farm boy who fixed equipment in his early years checked everything, twice.
He even went down to the crawl space to see if there was a problem or an indicator light gone wrong. Nothing. We had neighbors over and strange things happened. The sound moved and still no-one could detect the problem. I called the management company because the sound was so faint I thought it might be a loud sound at our neighbors, who we don’t know except to say hello a few times a year.
My husband isn’t allowed in the kitchen unless he’s getting ice or water. He tends to send pots and pans to the floor so that none of them are round any more. But when he took up grilling, he’s serious about it. He’s very methodical. The faint high-pitched tone no-one could place was the base of a battery-powered fork to check the temperature of meat on the grill. It was at the very back of the drawer next to our neighbor’s townhome.
This is the third time I’ve explained this today. The batteries are out of the device. I’ve apologized to everyone that was affected and my headache from over 24 hours of this sound is nearly gone. Symptom: unexplained sound. Diagnosis: Elder ears failed to detect problem.
That’s enough for now, except I’ve some strawberries that were on sale and I don’t want to put them in the frig so have to use them quickly. A puree with vanilla ice cream or perhaps strawberry clafoutis tomorrow? I don’t know, and I’ve made pizza dough tonight, it’s risen and no sign of Grill Man. It’ll work out, always does. Cheers, Dee
Cooking with Dee 