I got a robodial from PG&E letting me know that over the next couple of days they will be venting air from the gas pipes, and that if I smell gas I should call them. I’m sharing in case you didn’t get a call or don’t answer your phone for blocked numbers. We have some very large lines running through the neighborhood.
PG&E says:
If you smell natural gas, see downed power lines, or suspect another emergency situation, leave the area immediately and then call 9-1-1 and PG&E at 1-800-743-5000.
* Seriously, though, if you come up with any fart jokes, I could use ’em: I”m flying right now to visit my grandfather in a hospice, which is a deceptively pleasant sounding word.
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“Did this coincide with chili night?” quipped a friend of mine.
It was finally time, grandma needed more help than the family could keep up with. So they took her to the new care facility in town, did the tour, had the tearful goodbyes with promises to come back next week. After they left, she sat in the open community room at a table. After a while one of the nurses noticed that grandma was leaning to the left a bit, so he came over and gently push her back so she was sitting straight again. Several hours later he noticed she was again slowly tipping to the left and he again gently corrected her leaning. As the nurse was ending his shift, he saw that grandma was leaning to the right side, now, so he lightly pushed her right shoulder so she was again upright. He left a note abound her sense of balance and to keep an eye on her for the other nurses in her file.
That weekend when the family returned, the first question they asked grandma was “So, grandma, how do you like this place?”
She replied, “Well, it’s nice and everyone is very friendly, but they just won’t let a body fart.”