No, I'm not talking about Noah, Carolyn, or even myself (Josh). This time it was the house that ate a bunch of beans in the form of CH4 and HS gases.* When Carolyn came home from work, she could smell rotten eggs in the driveway from her car. Apparently, when our cleaning folks came they inadvertently had knocked the gas valve for the fireplace to "on" and it had filled the house. Carolyn called 911 and Noah got to see his first real fire trucks in front of our house. They put industrial strength blowers at our front door and opened all the windows. Since the smell was still fairly strong (and they recommended we not take Noah in our house for a while), we spent the night with Dave and Christina (Carolyn's brother and sister-in-law). Noah wore his fire-engine outfit in tribute. Since all our windows were open, I hid pillows under the sheets to make it look like someone was sleeping in the bed. :) We also managed to lose both sets of keys to one of our cars, so I'm reading about hot-wiring on the internet now - any tips out there?
Needless to say, we feel very blessed to still have a house and relatives in town to crash with at a moment's notice. A great reminder of how ephemeral all this "stuff of earth" really is, and how close our life could be to chaos and tragedy but by the grace of God.
*This was one occasion I was very thankful for the addition of hydrogen sulfide since methane is odorless and explosive at concentrations above 5%.
Are you sure? I thought methane was only explosive at concentrations above 5.5%.
ReplyDeleteIn all seriousness, that is pretty scary. Jackson would have loved to come watch the firefighters.
As always, I'm glad you didn't explode.
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