Flashing Lights

I’ve developed a new philosophy… I only dread one day at a time.
~Charlie Brown (Charles Schulz)

The fire department just left. And I still don’t feel much better.  But let me back up.

This morning when I got up, I smelled something that smelled hot. Not smoke or anything, just… hot. I thought nothing of it and thought that my blankets had overlapped the furnace register and were smelling a bit warm. I removed those and went on with my morning routine of taking the dogs outside, showering, feeding the pups and then getting ready for work.

That’s when I went back into the hallway and smelled the “hot” again. Very faintly though. I went into the bedroom to get some clean socks and smelled it even stronger in there. I went back out into the hallway and into the kitchen on my way to the basement to get a sweater from the clean laundry pile. On my way there, I stopped immediately because it just hit me.  I smelled something hot.  Very strongly. That wasn’t normal. That wasn’t good.

So I backed up and started sniffing all over the house. Nope, not in the kitchen. Not in the livingroom. Not in the guest bedroom. Not in the cat room/office.  Slightly in the hallway. Not in the bathroom. Oooo… yup, just in the bedroom. Definitely smelling hot in the bedroom. Hot like when you leave your curling iron on too long and it has hair wrapped around it and it burns.

So I immediately unplugged everything, which was just the alarm clock and the box fan that Skah has blowing on him at night. I sniffed in the closet where the attic access is… nope, not in there. Ran my hand over the walls and the electrical outlets… not hot.  So I headed down to the basement to sniff around there… including the furnace.  Nope, nothing.  I even opened up my windows and sniffed outside just in case it was coming from the neighbor’s house. Nope.

So with Huzzy on deployment, who do I call for advice? My mommy.  She suggested calling an electrician. So I called my Realtor’s realty partner since her company has registered everything, including electricians. They put in my windows, sliding glass door and put in the floor in my kitchen.  Had to leave a message. So I called my Realtor.  Had to leave a message.

By now, I was starting to panic. I knew I couldn’t leave and just go to work. I’d never forgive myself if the house went up and the dogs and cats were inside. So I decided to call the non-emergency police department. That person said I needed to talk to dispatch.

Now, I don’t want to call the fire department or the police if it isn’t serious. But dispatch did and the fire department came out to check out the house.  None of the three men could smell the hot (which, by this point, I could smell about four feet farther away from the bedroom… it was stronger). This bugged me because I knew I wasn’t just smelling things.

They brought in their infrared heat sensors and even a CO monitor.  Nope, nothing. Even had me kick on the furnace to see if that was it. They asked me if I recently turned on my furnace for the first time in the season. Nope, it’s been on for about a month.

So they left. The only thing they possibly think it might be was the motor on the box fan that I have blowing on Skah at night.  I still smell it.  I feel better that there’s nothing hot in the walls and no CO.  But I still smell it. And that bothers me.

Right now, I’m opening up the house to air it out in hopes that the smell goes away and just doesn’t come back.  I think I’m going to come back at lunch just to make sure everything is okay.  The thought of leaving my animals–who have no way to get out of the house–scares me. I don’t know what I would do if something happened to them like a fire. The guilt just might kill me.

But I’m sure everything will be fine. Nothing is “hot” in my house and the fire department had no problem leaving. So I’ll try and feel the same way.

Ugh… but I feel like bursting into tears from embarrassment (them NOT finding anything), happiness (them NOT finding anything) and fear (that they DID NOT find anything and I still smell it).  I really want to talk to Huzzy about this because he can usually make me feel better. But he doesn’t need to worry about this when he’s about to be away from any sort of communication with me for several months.  So I ‘ll just keep it to myself (yes, he does know about this blog, and I sent him a link a long time ago, but he ALWAYS forgets what the website is to find it!).



3 thoughts on “Flashing Lights

  1. That’s scary. When you know something is not right, but you can’t figure out what it is. Especially when it comes to something as serious as a possible fire.

    I hope the smell is gone now.

    I have the same fear as you when it comes to my dogs being in the house. So when we’re not home I always shut them up in the same room, so they can’t wander and hide. I found these static stickers to stick on your door or window and they have a picture of a cat and dog on them and they say, “In case of an emergency please rescue us.” and then you can write how many animals and where they are located in the house.

  2. Think of it this way, it’s better to be embarrassed and have it have been nothing then ignore your instincts and have something bad happen. You did the right thing, and please keep us updated.

    If it makes you feel better, I did something even dumber. I called an appliance repair company on a Friday, crying because the fridge was making horrible sounds and everything in it was starting to defrost, of course I was in a complete panic over the Captain’s milk–I’d just bought three gallons! Turned out that water from the filter/ice maker had dripped into the back and frozen, and that ice jammed the fan. By the time the repair people got to my house, the noise had stopped because the ice had melted enough that the fan could run again. Of course I didn’t KNOW anything about the ice until the guys came and took the back of the freezer apart. See, you shouldn’t be embarrassed at all!

  3. Is it just me, or does it seem like everything goes wrong when our Husbands are away, and its so much harder when you cant talk to them… Sounds like the smell was coming from the fan. Better safe than sorry.

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