Just when I’m starting to feel a certain amount of cabin fever from being stuck at home convalescing, the Universe sends me entertainment right outside my front door to amuse me.
Bell Canada has been busy in our area for the past many weeks laying fibre optic cable and today they finally arrived on our very quiet street.
No one comes down this street unless they live here, or are visiting, so any distraction that arrives has been a welcome one. In other words, I’ve been channeling my inner Gladys Kravitz from Bewitched.
Trucks have been rumbling up and down the street since early this morning, and finally around mid-afternoon, the large boring vehicle pulled up in front. My preoccupation with machinery that drills holes in the ground is a testament to my general level of restlessness.
As the light started to fail, work on the street eventually came to halt.
… but shortly afterwards, then there was a very loud banging on our front door.
I was confronted by flashing lights on the street and one of several firemen going door to door advising us that the gas line was “nicked” during the excavation. The sharp smell of gas was palatable from the moment I opened the door.
We were advised to keep all windows and doors closed (uh …. it’s cold outside, dude, so no problem).
Our street was then blocked off in both directions from our house. Hmmm – should I now start to be concerned?
A short while ago, there was more loud banging on the door … this time it’s one of the repair guys from the gas company.
“Did I know there was a gas leak?” Yes.
“We’re going to have to turn off the gas.” Good plan. I support it.
Our furnace is gas. Our stove is gas. Our fireplace is gas.
It’s going to get chilly in here soon … but I rather like the idea of keeping the house intact – not to mention all my body parts that aren’t already broken.
So it seems that even when I’m stuck at home, lying low, minding my own business (or some version of it), trouble still manages to find me.
How has your week started?