Just as The Squire was getting ready to fix supper last night, the CO2 alarm began chirping. I tried swinging a dishcloth at it, but the lady who lives inside just kept nattering on.
After some discussion, The Squire finally called 911. No, you can’t smell it, no there’s no “fog”. Just call, please!
The local fire department is less than half a mile away, so they were here pretty quickly. They never use sirens when they come into the complex, and they have a key to the main entrance of every building, but for whatever reason, they came to the back door of our building. If it wasn’t sheer happenstance that I had gone down to get the 8-foot ladder from the closet, they’d have been out there in the snow all night, as there is no buzzer on that side of the building. Anyway, I got them all upstairs with their equipment and dirty boots. They went into every room in the unit with a magic wand that beeped in accordance with the amount of CO2 and ended up disconnecting the stove.
Marvelous! Well, I guess hungry is better than dead.
After they left, The Squire and I slogged out into the snow to go pick up some frozen meals we could nuke until we can fry an egg or two. The snow was soft and wet, perfect for making snowballs, which made clearing the windows a lot more fun – until I threw away my wedding band. I have put on so much weight that I simply cannot get my ring on the finger where it belongs, so I have been wearing it on my left pinkie, where it is slightly loose. Just loose enough that when I shook my hands to get the last of the ice off them, the ring flew off onto the parking lot. Ran upstairs to get a flashlight, and found it quickly enough, a few feet away. I’ll just wear it to church, etc. Everybody knows I’m married, so . . . https://thisendoftheswamp.com/2012/06/22/with-this-ring/
And then, even though it was only a little after 6PM, both the grocery store and the local IHOP were closed. We came home and had cereal for supper.
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