Tuesday, May 16, 2006

Mashed Potatoes For Breakfast?

This is no lie. At 8:30 this morning I lay in bed trying to decide if I should get up or go back to sleep. Just as I decided to go ahead and get up, I heard the sound of a synthesizer outside, playing the “Close Encounters” tune. It sounded exactly like the movie; it even sounded like it was a Moog playing it. It was too loud to be a ringtone—I mean, it was loud. I jumped out of bed and looked out the window, but there was nothing and no one out there. Not a car nor a human in sight.

I just asked Joel if he heard it and he said that he hears it all the time, as well as the Big Ben chime. We think it either comes out through the tornado siren, or that the bell tower structure on the building across the lane may be being fit with a clockwork. Who knows? At least I know I’m not going nuts. Or maybe we’re both being summoned.

11 comments:

ville said...

It’s the city testing the storm sirens. They also play Westminster Chimes.

Incurable Insomniac said...

Ah! That explains it. Damn. I was hoping for contact. LOL!

I've lived here for 6 years and I've never heard this before.

Athlynne said...

Dear Steph, is there any part of your life that isn’t strange? Any at all? :)

Incurable Insomniac said...

Um, I think that the laundry is pretty ordinary. :)

Nettl said...

You have no idea, dear Athlynne, how deep the strangeness goes…

ville said...

LOL Nettl. I resemble that remark!!

Incurable Insomniac said...

Come to think of it, the laundry hasn’t been ordinary since Ville got me that glow-in-the-dark Spam shirt.

ville said...

LOLOL!!!

SK Waller said...

Come to think of it, the laundry hasn’t been ordinary since Ville got me that glow-in-the-dark Spam shirt.

SK Waller said...

LOL Nettl. I resemble that remark!!

SK Waller said...

It’s the city testing the storm sirens. They also play Westminster Chimes.