I was driving home after a long, boring, mandatory meeting, and for some reason I was getting more and more tense. I don’t know why. I know I was getting a pain right over my right eyeball, the car behind me playing loud bass was LOUD, and I was heading toward homemade macaroni and cheese that I was going to make myself, despite the lateness of the hour. I love macaroni and cheese, it is my ultimate comfort food, and I make it just the way I like it, of course.
I opened the door to find my wonderful husband waiting for me on the sofa, reading a biography of President Truman. He said to me
“We have no gas.”
Let me take you back to July. Late July. We had a flyer stuffed in our door saying that work was going to happen starting in July to replace the gas main on our street. No problem, it’s July. On the designated date, our street got marked up with bright spray paint. Nothing else happened.
OK, now it is September. They start the work. We deal with interesting parking, occasional street closings, dust, large machines parked on the street, big yellow pipes. I’m very happy we did not have the workers’ porta-potty in front of our house. That was at the far end of the block.
Today was the day they turned off the gas from the old main. They came around to turn on the gas from the new main, but go figure, we were at WORK. We had a nice little notice on our door with a 24-hour phone number that nobody answers. My wonderful wonderful husband is trying to rearrange his schedule so he can be home tomorrow to call the gas company and then wait around for them to show up, since they have to have access to the house to turn on the gas and make sure that all the pilot lights work and the house doesn’t fill with gas.
Meanwhile, we have no oven, no stove. No hot water heater, no clothes dryer.
No macaroni and cheese!
And I had to type this entire blog post twice because my computer froze up right after I typed it the first time!