HOME DOOR ALARMS – SURVEILLANCE CAMERA PRIVACY
Home Door Alarms
- (alarm) dismay: fill with apprehension or alarm; cause to be unpleasantly surprised; “I was horrified at the thought of being late for my interview”; “The news of the executions horrified us”
- (alarm) fear resulting from the awareness of danger
- A warning of danger
- An anxious awareness of danger
- (alarm) a device that signals the occurrence of some undesirable event
- A warning sound or device
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- The family or social unit occupying such a place
- home(a): used of your own ground; “a home game”
- The place where one lives permanently, esp. as a member of a family or household
- A house or an apartment considered as a commercial property
- provide with, or send to, a home
- at or to or in the direction of one’s home or family; “He stays home on weekends”; “after the game the children brought friends home for supper”; “I’ll be home tomorrow”; “came riding home in style”; “I hope you will come home for Christmas”; “I’ll take her home”; “don’t forget to write home”
home
- A hinged, sliding, or revolving barrier at the entrance to a building, room, or vehicle, or in the framework of a cupboard
- anything providing a means of access (or escape); “we closed the door to Haitian immigrants”; “education is the door to success”
- A doorway
- doorway: the entrance (the space in a wall) through which you enter or leave a room or building; the space that a door can close; “he stuck his head in the doorway”
- Used to refer to the distance from one building in a row to another
- a swinging or sliding barrier that will close the entrance to a room or building or vehicle; “he knocked on the door”; “he slammed the door as he left”
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I miss home
The car jerks to a sudden halt as the driver eyes his passenger with worry and alarm.
The door has already opened as the wheels are still turning and her body leans towards the opening with a quiet urgency.
She steps out and stands motionless, her eyes never straying from the view before her
"What? What is it?!", he cried.
Not a word from her as she slowly steps down the shoulder, off the road, across the ditch and into the border of a field of drying wheat.
He watches with a bewildered look and sees nothing worth stopping for in the plain country fields and old buildings in the distance. "Lady, didn’t you say you have to be somewhere quick?"
She presses forward into the rough caresses of the golden strands, fingers trailing along the tops lightly.
Reaching the middle of the field before halting.
Breathing shallowly, the biting aroma of burning leaves mingles with the smell of rich soil and hay in the crisp autumn air that sweeps across her face.
She nods finally in answer to his question.
"No more.. no more city air, nothing to hide the sun, no smog or noisy streets," she whispers, "I am here…
I am home."
She smiles with relief and then laughs, dropping down to the sun-warmed earth and gathering the coarse stems around her in a fond embrace.
Closed Fire Door
Fortunately for me, the fire alarms didn’t go off while I stayed in bed, nursing my migraine, during the day on Friday. Around 4:00 that afternoon I did leave the building in order to get to a (pre-existing) doctor’s appointment. Everything was fine then, but when I got home just after seven I discovered that the automatic fire doors were closed. In other words, the alarm went off again sometime during that time period. Later, around 9:00, the speakers came on and someone said "testing, one, two," but fortunately that seems to have been the end of this particular chapter of Adventures in Fire Protection.
With luck, the next chapter (on Monday) will be the last one. It darn well better be…
