The smoke alarm where I live is in the kitchen. It goes off every time I open the oven, even with the fan on. So I learned to whack it with a towel and while it still peeps, it's much quieter. Yes, I know I could get killed in a fire because of this. But I'd be for certain killed by the other residents on my floor if I hadn't done this.
I've been spending a great deal of my time lately looking for land. The back pay for my disability came in this month (I expected it in June), so now I have to use it to assure a permanent place for me to live.
I plan to buy the American dream, a house and a place to put it. I'm just buying it one piece at a time, is all.
First I'll get the land, hopefully with water, electric, and septic on it, or the ability to be hooked up to city utilities. Then I'll live on it in my car while saving up to buy a small trailer to put on it, or to actually have a small house built on it. Then I get to save some more to have the utilities hooked up. Then save some more to have it cleared and fenced. Maybe by the time I'm 70...
So first things first. I've been spending hours on the net searching for land between the East Coast and the West Coast. I'm pretty picky about it because once I'm on it, I don't want to have to move again. I counted up and I've moved 18 times since 1974 and I'm sick of moving. I want to grow things and put down roots.
So the next couple of months will be interesting. Although, it does occur to me that I'm getting a little old to be doing things like this.