Pushing Buttons

Living in a push button world has its blessings and curses. Our door bell (a Duo-Chime 2000) is a remnant left behind by the former tenants. When we arrived it was, in Turkish vernacular, “Kaput”. Fresh batteries and some rewiring put it back in questionable service and it hasn’t stopped ringing since. Really.
It must be a woman because it has its “quirks” (Yes ladies, you may kindly leave your comments at 1 800 t-a-l-i-b-a-n). If you don’t treat the button with the utmost of care things go awry. We came home a few days ago to hear our bell ringing in cycles. No matter what we tried it kept yapping…we finally knocked it off the wall and yanked the batteries out…even then it took a few seconds to really die and go silent. If the weather changes it rings, if there is thunder, it rings, if it is late at night and no one is around….it rings.
At 10:00pm (tonight) we had just closed up and gotten comfortable when it started up again. I was tempted to ignore it when I heard someone outside…opening the door I was greeted by a neighbor and her children whose arms were loaded with groceries. She had come to teach Ann how to cook “Turk Style”.
Ramping back up for visitors we quickly changed, turned on the lights and oven, and the kitchen started hopping. Just shy of 11pm hot Borek and a peach desert were coming out of the oven. The next hours were spent sitting on the floor talking, eating, and laughing. While I still have my doubts about our “Duo-Chime 2000”….it is savvy….just like a woman, it knows the way to a man’s heart is through the kitchen, (I might just splurge on some fresh Duracell’s this week).