adventures in house/dog sitting
So, I think I've mentioned that Oldest is house/dog sitting for a week or so, yes?
Well, he is and I've been thinking on him for a few days as he left with some trepidation.
Oldest has lived on his own before but it was a long time ago and he was younger and his anxiety levels were lower.
When he left last week he seemed anxious and I've kept in touch, just a little, to see how he's doing.
Friday evening he phoned to say he smelled gas in the apartment. K explained that he could call the power company or the fire department if the smell was strong and asked what he was doing before he smelled the gas. Oldest explained that there were small flames on the stove top burners and he felt certain that that could not be safe or correct and blew them out. K gave him a lesson on pilot lights, Oldest re-lit the little flames and all was well.
Saturday evening, Oldest called to say the apartment had lost power. K asked if any of the other apartments in the building had lost power, Oldest said it was only his. K asked what he was doing when the power went out and Oldest said he had plugged in a heater. They determined a fuse or circuit was blown and K described how to fix it. But first Oldest had to find the fuse box, which I offered might be in the loo or in a closet or hallway. Quite a while later Oldest texted to say the fuse box was in the ceiling. Power was restored with a flip of a switch.
Sunday night, we were about to sit down to dinner with some friends when Oldest called from a phone number not known to me. He had locked himself out of the apartment. A neighbor had loaned him a phone. Call the landlord we said. He did. Happily, the landlord showed up in 15 minutes and was a friendly and nice fellow. Problem solved.
What will Monday bring, I wonder.
Locusts?
Well, he is and I've been thinking on him for a few days as he left with some trepidation.
Oldest has lived on his own before but it was a long time ago and he was younger and his anxiety levels were lower.
When he left last week he seemed anxious and I've kept in touch, just a little, to see how he's doing.
Friday evening he phoned to say he smelled gas in the apartment. K explained that he could call the power company or the fire department if the smell was strong and asked what he was doing before he smelled the gas. Oldest explained that there were small flames on the stove top burners and he felt certain that that could not be safe or correct and blew them out. K gave him a lesson on pilot lights, Oldest re-lit the little flames and all was well.
Saturday evening, Oldest called to say the apartment had lost power. K asked if any of the other apartments in the building had lost power, Oldest said it was only his. K asked what he was doing when the power went out and Oldest said he had plugged in a heater. They determined a fuse or circuit was blown and K described how to fix it. But first Oldest had to find the fuse box, which I offered might be in the loo or in a closet or hallway. Quite a while later Oldest texted to say the fuse box was in the ceiling. Power was restored with a flip of a switch.
Sunday night, we were about to sit down to dinner with some friends when Oldest called from a phone number not known to me. He had locked himself out of the apartment. A neighbor had loaned him a phone. Call the landlord we said. He did. Happily, the landlord showed up in 15 minutes and was a friendly and nice fellow. Problem solved.
What will Monday bring, I wonder.
Locusts?
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