Or actually more of a scraaaaaape Crash! in the night.
You know how it is when you’re in bed, at long last starting to drift off, when you hear a really big clatter somewhere close? So you have to get up out of bed, turn on the lights, and try and figure out what happened?
Like thinking, was it a lamp falling over? Did the cats knock over the coat-tree? It sounded so close, maybe it was in the bedroom?
No, everything looks where it should. So you check the bathroom, the purple room, the kitchen.
Then you see one of the cats looking around with a WTF? expression, she heard it but doesn’t know what it was. The other cat is hiding or sleeping or something.
Finally you find the source of the noise; it was just a drinking glass. It was left on the desk, and has been pushed to the edge and then fell to the floor. Not broken fortunately, just laying on its side on the floor near the desk.
So you put the glass in the sink and go back to bed to start over with trying to fall asleep.
You know what I mean? I hate when that happens.
Oh and then to top it off, when you’re laying in bed with the laptop blogging about the first noise, then you hear a second one? Like some sort of punchline…
Whenever I think about moving glassware, I think about seances and ouiji boards and that tv show Most Haunted.
I wonder why they use glass. Perhaps because of it’s resistive properties; it is very electrically resistant. Glass is used in modern electronics, and was used back in the early days of electrical experimentation. Not to mention, glass is made out of the same stuff that computer chips are.
There may have been a point in there somewhere. I thought I had more to write on the subject but now it escapes me.