{"id":14427,"date":"2021-03-28T21:15:06","date_gmt":"2021-03-28T20:15:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/?p=14427"},"modified":"2021-04-01T21:29:02","modified_gmt":"2021-04-01T20:29:02","slug":"daily_2264_-_doorbells","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/2021\/03\/28\/daily_2264_-_doorbells\/","title":{"rendered":"Daily: 2264 &#8211; doorbells"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/helen\/blog\/images\/daily_3\/2264_doorbells.jpg\" class=\"x6y45\" \/><br \/>\nWhen dinner is done, the <a href=\"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/2017\/05\/08\/daily_901_-_singing_bowl\/\">dinner bell<\/a> is rung. It has a wonderfully deep sound that carries well through the house. But it doesn&#8217;t do well through closed doors. Neither does my voice.<\/p>\n<p>I used to go upstairs to knock on Ingrid&#8217;s door to call her to dinner, but that got tiring quite quickly. Especially when the answer I got was in the vein of &#8220;I&#8217;ll be down soon, I just have to win this battle&#8221;. Not only did I do the work of cooking dinner &#8211; I then had to chase down people to come and eat it.<\/p>\n<p>The obvious, practical solution to this was a pair of remote-operated doorbells. The buttons are downstairs in the kitchen, next to the singing bowl. The bells themselves are upstairs in Ingrid&#8217;s and Adrian&#8217;s rooms. They each chose their own ringtones. One sounds like a bunch of birds tweeting; the other is a more traditional melody. Sort of like 19th-century servants&#8217; bells, but the other way round.<\/p>\n<p>Mostly the bells mean &#8220;dinner is ready&#8221;, but not always. Today Ingrid rang Adrian&#8217;s bell when she wanted him to bring down the iPad (that normally &#8220;lives&#8221; downstairs but is often &#8220;forgotten&#8221; upstairs) and had sore leg muscles from gym class. Snarky comments were exchanged, both about &#8220;forgetting&#8221; the iPad, and about using the bell instead of walking.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When dinner is done, the dinner bell is rung. It has a wonderfully deep sound that carries well through the house. But it doesn&#8217;t do well through closed doors. Neither does my voice. I used to go upstairs to knock on Ingrid&#8217;s door to call her to dinner, but that got tiring quite quickly. Especially [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[633,18,15,768],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-14427","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-adrian","category-dailies","category-ingrid_johanna","category-photography-2"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14427","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=14427"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14427\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14428,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14427\/revisions\/14428"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14427"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14427"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14427"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}