I had a horror movie moment today.

[lemanya]

In a really non-scary roundabout kind of way.

So my dad was up on our roof this morning when I woke up. I managed to figure that out pretty quickly, and thank god, because lying in bed and hearing thumping from above isn't the most comforting way to wake up. Especially since it's a monday, and that meant my dad should have been at work (and come to think about it, I never ended up asking why he was home).

So my dad's on the roof and from my bedroom, all I hear is thumping. So after I get out of bed (and you have no idea how much credit I get for managing to get out of bed when I did) and get dressed and put on makeup (because I look like a horror movie victim in the mornings), I go down to the kitchen. And from the kitchen, I can hear what sounds like a vaccuum cleaner. Which is odd. Because 1) why the hell has my dad got a vaccuum cleaner on the roof? and 2) how the hell did my dad get a vaccuum cleaner on the roof?

My logical conclusion to this was that he wasn't on the roof at all, but was in fact in the ceiling (we don't have an attic, just space in between plaster and tiles where the yellow insulation stuff is servicing as a bed for the possum we haven't had a chance to get rid of yet). Not entirely sure why and what he'd be vaccuuming in the ceiling, but maybe he was sucking up possum poo or something. It made more sense that the roof.

But it didn't explain why I could hear tiles thumping around. now, in the mornings, my brain works at about a fifth of the rate it should, and there were too many questions that kept popping up with no answers. Besides, I hadn't had breakfast yet. Normally I don't eat breakfast, but I was craving eggs, and I knew I'd be skipping lunch because I'd be in the computer labs all day... I digress, but the point is I really just wanted eggs. So my poor ill-functioning brain decided to put breakfast aside and sort out where my dad actually was.

Thus, I had to check that he was not in the ceiling.

In order to do so, I had to check if the manhole was open or not. Now, this is where it ties in with horror movies (because no, the earlier reference to me looking like a victim was not actually it). In every horror movie I can bring to mind, which happen to be American, the manhole cover is in the laundry, or the linen closet, or some other equally small and claustophic-type space.

So thinking about making sure my dad wasn't in the ceiling, I went to the laundry, which happens to be a very small, claustrophobic-type space (especially with the machines in the way, but really, they're the best fit).

I look up, and-

No manhole.

                             At all. 

                                            It's just smooth ceiling.

My first thought was that something had sealed it up, followed by 'oh god, how is dad gonna get out of there?' (note that I ddn't even consider how he might have got in), followed by 'oh shit, what the hell is in the ceiling making vaccuum noises?'...

I was THAT SURE the manhole was in the laundry. Over in the states, a bunch of reels of film are laughing at me, saying, 'gotcha now sucker, welcome to Hollywood'.

Because in actual fact, our manhole is in the garage. And my dad was indeed on the roof, as he expressed interest in that the day before.

And the thing making the vaccuum noises? A leaf blower.

But I'm totally excused, because it was monday.

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[no-ones-sleep.livejournal.com]

*lol*

Yes, Mondays can do that to you.

But I can imagine it being totally creepy when you discovered that your Dad was now trapped forever in a parallel ceiling universe with nothing to him but a hammer and a vacuum cleaner. And thus probably ending up possum food.

You should post such entries more often. You really made my day. *hands you some coffee*

[lemanya.livejournal.com]

Oh. My. God. Thank you for the coffee! I needed it.

A parallel ceiling universe- we could make a movie out of that. I imagine though that if you were stuck in a parallel ceiling universe, the hammer and vacuum would come in handy. You could at least use the hammer as a defensive weapon (or you know, to bust out of the ceiling), and in the mean time, you could clean up the dust a little.

I was a bit freaked to begin with. I stood there blinking at the ceiling and wondering what I was going to do. And then I felt like a proper idiot. I'm glad I could make your day though!