Last Thursday morning I awoke to the pleasant scent of natural gas emanating from my kitchen. I quickly ascertained it's source-- a barely-turned-on burner-- and solved the problem, but the damage was largely done. A housemate and I frantically ran about the house opening windows and doors, trying our hardest not to cause any sparks with the friction between our stockinged feet and the hard-wood floor.
Unsure of the protocol associated with such a leak, we hesitated to leave immediately. What if our kitchen cabinets were singed shut in our absence, and all of our dishtowels destroyed? Still, when we both experienced phantom "gas pains" i.e. lightheadedness, stomach ache, we opted to head for the safety of the library.
I learned one thing from this experience. Natural gas detectors are good. Yes, they can be expensive, running between $40 and $80, but it is much more costly to replace your kitchen.
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I grew up on an island. There were no stoplights. One day I left the island to go to college. Off-island was hard. It was hard to forget about the beaches and the open fields and about my dog and it was hard to get used to using stoplights. Even now I make mistakes.
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