|View from our front porch|
Soon there was a knock on the door. Two firefighters told me that there was a gas leak in the street and residents were to be evacuated. Turns out the gas company guys were digging a new line and hit an old one and now they couldn't find the shut off valve!
So, we had to leave and of course, just that minute, Bob had to pee. And couldn't. And the firefighters are getting antsy, pounding on the back door. So I had to hustle Bob out of the house without peeing and to make matters worse it was a "real underwear day" and so I spent the whole time worrying about him having an accident. OK, not the whole time, because I was also worried about Boomer, Zenith and Ripley who were still in the house. I'd asked the firefighters if I could back in to get them and was told no--but that they would be all right in there.
So, we sat outside on the sidewalk across the street for over two hours before they let us go back in the house. One of the neighbors was kind enough to bring me a chair to sit on.
We also met a new neighbor, down the block, which brought up an situation I've not had to deal with in the past, i.e. what exactly do you say, if anything, to someone you've just met about Bob?
It seems awkward, to say the least, to tell them all about his stroke and that he has aphasia, especially with Bob sitting right there. But at the same time, I worry that they'll think Bob rude because he didn't speak, or worse, they'll think he's mentally retarded. I didn't know how to broach the subject, so I didn't and we mainly chatted about what idiots the guys at the gas company were and how many tax dollars were being wasted.
And luckily, Bob did not have an accident.
Well, that's enough excitement for awhile. Looking forward to a, hopefully, calmer week.