The Bad And Weird Sights, Sounds, Tastes, And Smells That Make A Visually Impaired Girl Nuts
Around the time that my family and I lived in the condo, my mom had a job that caused her to have to often work late for business dinners. Ultimately, there’s one memory of that experience that had both a smell and sound that I really still remember.
Living at the condo was crazy. We’d lived there since I was 2. There were times my mom didn’t know what to do.
My brother was a picky eater, so it was tough to please his pallet.
One day, Mom had to work late.
“You can heat up frozen pizza for the kids,” was what my mom said. “I’ll be back late. She told us to be good, then told Dad not to burn the place down.
From the living room, I was watching TV. My dad said “Dinner will be in forty minutes”.
“OK,” was my reply.
I went back to watching TV while my dad made dinner. I could hear him preheating the oven. Afterwards, he came to see what I was up to.
“Is something burning?” I asked. The smell coming from the kitchen was not that of Daddy cooking pizza.
“Something’s wrong with the oven,” he replied.
“That can’t be good,” I remember thinking.
I didn’t see anything; however, my dad did say that a little fire was beginning, and he put it out with our fire extinguisher. He called the fire department, anyway, to have them help figure out why the stove had oven problems.
The only sound that I heard was pop! It sounded like an explosing was happening in our kitchen.
Here at Deer Path, burning smells are nothing new.
“Who burned the popcorn?”
One time at BINGO, I recall the fire alarm going off; the sell of overdone popcorn wafted all over the third floor.
Probably throughout the entire building.
Aaah! Aaah! The fire alarm interrupted BINGO that night, and I had to cover my ears because it was so loud.
You could also see the lights flashing as the alarm was sounding, and the CNAs came running.
“Open a windo, and throw the popcorn out,” we were told.
We did as we were told. Luckily, Sean was there that night to help get rid of the burnt popcorn and get rid of that smell.
You bet it smelled like somone had farted after eating beans. Needless to say, the alarm sound and flashing lights ended shortly before the window was opened. Recalling back to the adventure as a child, the flashing lights and blarring alarm weren’t in the equasion of my dad and the adventurous cooking.
Ultimately, burnt popcorn was what I tasted on this night.
“Yuck,” I said.
“Who burned the popcorn?” someone else asked.
Odd thing is that I don’t recall who burned it, as this was several months ago. Needless to say, you could smell burnt popcorn on what I’d been wearing, and that smell didn’t go away for a little while afterwards.
When I also think of crazy sounds and the reasons behind them, a fire alarm story of a burned out light bulb also comes to mind.
About two years ago, I recall returning from lunch one afternoon, ready to take a nap.
After taking my noon meds, I proceded to go to the bathroom.
Only, I didn’t quite get there.
Aaaaaaaaah!
“what’s that sound?”
I turned to my left, to discover it was the fire alarm on my living area wall. That also explained the source of the lights, too.
I timed the sound and light sequence. It ended up going on about twenty minutes or so.
When all was quiet, I hard a knock on the door.
“Are you OK?” It was our director of nursing.
“What happened?” I asked. “Was that a planned drill?”
I thought that because I’d been told to stay where I was when this happens until the “all clear” is given.
“No.”
“What happened?”
“a light in your hallway burned out, and the bulb caught fire.”
“That explains the very stinky smill.”
Living at the condo was crazy. We’d lived there since I was 2. There were times my mom didn’t know what to do.
My brother was a picky eater, so it was tough to please his pallet.
One day, Mom had to work late.
“You can heat up frozen pizza for the kids,” was what my mom said. “I’ll be back late. She told us to be good, then told Dad not to burn the place down.
From the living room, I was watching TV. My dad said “Dinner will be in forty minutes”.
“OK,” was my reply.
I went back to watching TV while my dad made dinner. I could hear him preheating the oven. Afterwards, he came to see what I was up to.
“Is something burning?” I asked. The smell coming from the kitchen was not that of Daddy cooking pizza.
“Something’s wrong with the oven,” he replied.
“That can’t be good,” I remember thinking.
I didn’t see anything; however, my dad did say that a little fire was beginning, and he put it out with our fire extinguisher. He called the fire department, anyway, to have them help figure out why the stove had oven problems.
The only sound that I heard was pop! It sounded like an explosing was happening in our kitchen.
Here at Deer Path, burning smells are nothing new.
“Who burned the popcorn?”
One time at BINGO, I recall the fire alarm going off; the sell of overdone popcorn wafted all over the third floor.
Probably throughout the entire building.
Aaah! Aaah! The fire alarm interrupted BINGO that night, and I had to cover my ears because it was so loud.
You could also see the lights flashing as the alarm was sounding, and the CNAs came running.
“Open a windo, and throw the popcorn out,” we were told.
We did as we were told. Luckily, Sean was there that night to help get rid of the burnt popcorn and get rid of that smell.
You bet it smelled like somone had farted after eating beans. Needless to say, the alarm sound and flashing lights ended shortly before the window was opened. Recalling back to the adventure as a child, the flashing lights and blarring alarm weren’t in the equasion of my dad and the adventurous cooking.
Ultimately, burnt popcorn was what I tasted on this night.
“Yuck,” I said.
“Who burned the popcorn?” someone else asked.
Odd thing is that I don’t recall who burned it, as this was several months ago. Needless to say, you could smell burnt popcorn on what I’d been wearing, and that smell didn’t go away for a little while afterwards.
When I also think of crazy sounds and the reasons behind them, a fire alarm story of a burned out light bulb also comes to mind.
About two years ago, I recall returning from lunch one afternoon, ready to take a nap.
After taking my noon meds, I proceded to go to the bathroom.
Only, I didn’t quite get there.
Aaaaaaaaah!
“what’s that sound?”
I turned to my left, to discover it was the fire alarm on my living area wall. That also explained the source of the lights, too.
I timed the sound and light sequence. It ended up going on about twenty minutes or so.
When all was quiet, I hard a knock on the door.
“Are you OK?” It was our director of nursing.
“What happened?” I asked. “Was that a planned drill?”
I thought that because I’d been told to stay where I was when this happens until the “all clear” is given.
“No.”
“What happened?”
“a light in your hallway burned out, and the bulb caught fire.”
“That explains the very stinky smill.”