This morning was the first time in three days that I didn’t wake up at exactly 1 A.M.! No, this morning it was 1:30, but there was a good reason for that. Or many good reasons. Those reason were called sirens.
At 1:30 I woke up to what sounded like a parade of emergency vehicles, all with their sirens on. They sounded close, but eventually got further away, which was a good thing. Before I knew it I must have drifted off back to sleep before my alarm went off and woke me up at the usual time.
Driving in to work this morning I was expecting to see carnage on of one of the streets I travel daily. I mean, with the number of sirens I heard just an hour or so earlier, there must have been some major catastrophe right?. Nope. Nothing. No blood. No car parts scattered across a wide swath of real estate. I wondered what problem could have been so dire that it needed 100 sirens waking up the whole neighbourhood. We had no reports of anything when I rolled in to work. If something big and bad would have happened, we would have been the first to know.
That seems to happen at least one a week. We live about 5 blocks off of Lewvan, and although we obviously can’t hear the traffic, we can hear when a some kind of vehicle with a siren blaring is making it’s way along that stretch of road. Sometimes it’s a cacophony of sirens that goes on for minutes. We watch the news to find out what in the world might have happened, but apparently nothing did. You’d think something serious must have happened when you hear so many sirens singing together in harmony. Do they send out a cop car, an ambulance, and a fire truck, with sirens blazing when someone calls in to report that a cat is stuck up a tree? You wouldn’t think so.
Call me Mrs. Kravitz. When I hear sirens, I want to know what’s going on!
My birthday is coming up soon. Instead of Aqua Velva, maybe I’ll ask for a police scanner this year!