What's the Buzz? Tell me what's happening!
I make my turn and navigate into the parking lot of a deceased grocery store. It was originally a Safeway. But they pulled out of New Mexico years ago. Then it was a Furrs, until Wal-Mart killed them. Then, briefly, an AIG. The building has been sitting empty for a couple of years now, victim of a sluggish economy. Buzz. Buzz.
Probably the pump, not the Guardian. I've set the Guardian to both vibrate and make a racket. But with two coats on, maybe I wouldn't hear the Guardian's alarm. I wear both on my left side, so I can't be sure which one is trying to get my attention. Why on earth am I wearing two coats, you ask? I'm wearing two coats because we've just left the Electric Light Parade, and it’s cold out tonight.
I get the second coat open slip my arm under the seat belt and fumble for the pump. It vibrates in my hand. Ah ha! At that very second the air-raid siren goes off and my belt buzzes again. High Glucose alarm on the Guardian. Both the children are squawking for my attention at the same time. How weird. Pump telling me it's been two hours since dinner, and Guardian telling me I've just topped 200 BG. Too much of that yummy Spanish Rice at Estella's Cafe on Bridge Street, no doubt.
“Daddy, is your seat belt on?” asks the seat belt police from the back seat. Correction, all three children squawking....