Evacuation is only for one night, right?
Jack and I were two of many residents who were evacuated from their homes when the gas line ruptured. It was an experience we could live through again but let us hope it will never be necessary.
Many times as we have watched the evening news, prayers are said for people who have lost their homes to tornados, floods, or fires. For all the inconveniences we endured we were ale to return to our homes with everything intact.
We gave a house key to the Wellington Fire Department so the EPA and Sunoco could come into the house to do air checks. There was no evidence of any disruptions; everything was like we had gone to the store and came back an hour later. One problem though…it was much more than an hour.
Late that Friday night, I saw flashing lights out on the street. Jack went outside to investigate, or be nosey, however you want to look at it. When he came back in, he said, “Patty, they are evacuating Mrs. McConnell’s side of the street. If they are doing that, give them a few minutes and our side is next.”
He said there was a slight smell and leak from somewhere. Then a few minutes later it was our turn to move out. Both of us figured we would be back in the morning.
Since we were not sure where to go at midnight we thought we better head up to Town Hall for information. Quickly I thought of Dan and Erin because Dan might still be up at this hour. Thankfully they were both up and welcomed us to spend the night.
In the morning Jack and I came into town to find out we were not allowed to go back home. Now I was feeling a bit panicked because I did not pack clothes or other necessities. Who could have ever imagined the scope of what happened?
We went to Town Hall to see what everyone else was doing to find all our neighbors had been dispersed. We were then directed to the fire department.
Arriving there we saw our neighbors, the Grays, there, too. We learned it was possible to return home for our medications, clothes, computers, and whatever else we needed but we had to go with a firefighter escort.
After being told we might be displaced for many days, we made arrangements to stay with Dave and Megan. It worked out pretty good because we became live-in nannies for TJ. Getting ready for bed on Sunday night I realized I forgot my medication that needs to be refrigerated. I started to feel panicked once again.
On Monday morning I went to the drug store to see if they could give me an early refill explaining my prescription was locked in our home.
The drug store was more than willing to help but the insurance company was not. (Big surprise.)
So back to the fire department and with another escort we claimed my medication from the refrigerator. Thank you so much, Wellington Fire Department.
This is the first half of our ordeal, and it was the most unsettling.
Knowing things will sure improve, Patty.
Once again I am trying to come into the 21st century. For Christmas, Dan and Erin surprised me with a Kindle Touch. Those two are taking me into the future, kicking and screaming; oh, and complaining.
The idea is lovely and so modern, as I see folks using the reading tablets every time I go out and about.
My experience is not so lovely, only because I am not computer, cell phone, or tablet inclined. I am not the type of person to sit and fiddle with electronic contraptions. When I opened the gifted KIndle I was happy to receive it because I really wanted to make the most of what it can offer. It offers books at your fingertips and I love nothing but to read and read some more.
I had it in my mindset to read the directions and learn all the ins and outs of owning a Kindle. The joke was on me, there was no direction booklet in the box because the directions are inside the Kindle. What a dumb idea that is.
I need to have the directions in one hand and the contraption in the other. To help me out, Jack decided to pull up instructions on his computer. That was most helpful because I like Jack telling me what to do!
Anyway, Jack and I went up to Herrick Memorial Library to register my Kindle with their system so in the comfort of my own home I can search for a Kindle book to read. The librarian hooked me up with a Christmas story so I was set to begin.
That night I bring up the book and start the story. Within 20 Minutes I am reading gibberish because the story jumped ahead four or five chapters. I was not a happy reader.
On my way going back all those chapters, the dictionary jumps in to confuse me some more. I am trying to be patient and enjoy the luxury that was bestowed upon me.
A week later, Jack and I went to Medina so I could get a library card ion their system and hook up with CleveNet so I can search for many more books to read.
I have the world of Kindle library books at my fingertips.
My mother received a big box of hardcover books for Christmas from my sister. No Kindle for that lady; modern technology for her, never.
I love my mom; she is letting me read those books from the Christmas box. For all the conveniences of the wonderful Kindle, it is nice to hold a book in your hands and use a pretty bookmark to mark your page. There is nothing wrong with being old fashioned.
Book lover and Kindle user, Patty