Wal-Mart seems to be the thing I do when I'm visiting friends in Idaho, because I've made 4 further Wal-Mart runs with Jenny and Mindy since I got here. It feels just like I'm back in college! :)
The most interesting part of the trip so far has been adventures resulting from the fact that I arrived the week record low temperatures occur across all the Pacific Northwest. Although Jenny and Mindy's apartment is very warm, the subzero temperatures outside at night have frozen all the water pipes. No showers, no brushing teeth, no washing dishes, no using the toilet. And daytime highs aren't supposed to reach above freezing until Saturday, the day after I leave. Our landlord says there is nothing we can do; the pipes are all underground. Would it be wrong of me to pray that God would suddenly change the weather pattern?
In the meantime, Jenny, Mindy and I are going to have movie nights and girl talk and do Christmasy things around the area. It's good to get to spend time with them.
It's good to hear Stephen's voice every night when we do our nightly devotions. Being away from each him makes me appreciate having him more.
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Edit next day: I stopped my story far too soon. Things got much more interesting AFTER our pipes froze.
After about an hour after Jenny got home from work, we suddenly heard a ringing sound that seemed to be coming from outside our apartment. I almost didn't take notice of it because it seemed so distant, but it occurred to me that in below-freezing weather, odd sounds always ought to be checked out. So Jenny and I followed the sound to a huge red fire alarm bell ringing deafeningly loud, just above the apartment door. A fire alarm? Jenny and I circled the apartment looking for smoke but didn't see so much as a wisp. The big red bell said "Dial 911" on it, so that's what we did. At least the fire department could figure out how to turn it off? So Jenny first called the landlord, who did not answer his phone, and left him a voicemail letting him know what was going on, and that she was going to call 911.
About 25 minutes after we called 911, a few very easy-going firemen drove up. The first one stepped out and as he walked to the ringing bell, said to us, "Aren't you guys going to answer that?" and chuckled. He and the other firemen opened the door to what we thought was a neighbor's storage closet, but in fact it was the closet where ALL the water pipes were! (I would like to note that none of it was underground, as our landlord had mistakenly informed me earlier.) We peeked into the closet with the firemen and one of the sprinkler system pipes was visibly busted--about a 4" long, 2" wide gap in the pipe--with a chunk of frozen water inside. The firemen checked out the situation and then turned to Jenny and I to explain what had happened. The water heater that keeps the pipes from freezing had broken and was blowing cold air instead of warm air. The water had subsequently frozen (hence the lack of water in our apartment) and then expanded in the sprinkler system pipe so much that it burst, setting off the fire alarm system. By this point it had also set off a flood-warning system inside our apartment, which was even more ear-shattering than the bell outside.
Mindy had gotten home in the meantime and we all decided that whatever happened, we were sleeping elsewhere tonight. Jenny called her sister, who lives in a dorm on-campus, and asked if we could stay with her overnight. We packed up bags and blankets and pillows to the blaring flood alarms and took them in two cars over to Megan's. Just before we left, the firemen finally got the alarms to turn off, but we were all packed up and ready to go, and still without running water, so we went to Megan's anyway.
While the firemen had been figuring things out, Jenny had called our landlord's cell phone half a million times. Not even joking--she hit redial about 50 times and left about 4 messages on his voicemail. He never picked up--not even when the fire department called from their own lines. He got back to us at 9:30, three hours after it had all happened, and then Jenny finally got to show him where the pipe was that had broken. At least he won't ever get to tell someone "Everything's underground" in good conscience again.
So we spent the night at Megan's, and today the landlord came over with a guy and put an extra space heater in the water pipe closet, and a few hours later the pipes thawed and every faucet in the entire apartment gushed on, scaring Mindy and I half to death. Apparently no other pipes had broken, because we haven't seen any flooding.
The actual space heater for the water pipe closet was also fixed and eventually the landlord returned and took out the extra space heater. Our apartment has stayed in working order so far, except for one minor incident when I plugged in a space heater downstairs to warm my feet up, and not 2 minutes later, the living room power went out. I figured I had just overloaded the circuit or whatever and went to the fuse box, found the switch for the living room, flipped it off and then on again. That fixed it. THANK GOODNESS.
I could go into more adventures in Idaho in sub-freezing temperatures, but they aren't nearly as interesting (and it's time for bed). Tomorrow I see Stephen again and my life returns to normalcy. :)
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Edit next day: I stopped my story far too soon. Things got much more interesting AFTER our pipes froze.
After about an hour after Jenny got home from work, we suddenly heard a ringing sound that seemed to be coming from outside our apartment. I almost didn't take notice of it because it seemed so distant, but it occurred to me that in below-freezing weather, odd sounds always ought to be checked out. So Jenny and I followed the sound to a huge red fire alarm bell ringing deafeningly loud, just above the apartment door. A fire alarm? Jenny and I circled the apartment looking for smoke but didn't see so much as a wisp. The big red bell said "Dial 911" on it, so that's what we did. At least the fire department could figure out how to turn it off? So Jenny first called the landlord, who did not answer his phone, and left him a voicemail letting him know what was going on, and that she was going to call 911.
About 25 minutes after we called 911, a few very easy-going firemen drove up. The first one stepped out and as he walked to the ringing bell, said to us, "Aren't you guys going to answer that?" and chuckled. He and the other firemen opened the door to what we thought was a neighbor's storage closet, but in fact it was the closet where ALL the water pipes were! (I would like to note that none of it was underground, as our landlord had mistakenly informed me earlier.) We peeked into the closet with the firemen and one of the sprinkler system pipes was visibly busted--about a 4" long, 2" wide gap in the pipe--with a chunk of frozen water inside. The firemen checked out the situation and then turned to Jenny and I to explain what had happened. The water heater that keeps the pipes from freezing had broken and was blowing cold air instead of warm air. The water had subsequently frozen (hence the lack of water in our apartment) and then expanded in the sprinkler system pipe so much that it burst, setting off the fire alarm system. By this point it had also set off a flood-warning system inside our apartment, which was even more ear-shattering than the bell outside.
Mindy had gotten home in the meantime and we all decided that whatever happened, we were sleeping elsewhere tonight. Jenny called her sister, who lives in a dorm on-campus, and asked if we could stay with her overnight. We packed up bags and blankets and pillows to the blaring flood alarms and took them in two cars over to Megan's. Just before we left, the firemen finally got the alarms to turn off, but we were all packed up and ready to go, and still without running water, so we went to Megan's anyway.
While the firemen had been figuring things out, Jenny had called our landlord's cell phone half a million times. Not even joking--she hit redial about 50 times and left about 4 messages on his voicemail. He never picked up--not even when the fire department called from their own lines. He got back to us at 9:30, three hours after it had all happened, and then Jenny finally got to show him where the pipe was that had broken. At least he won't ever get to tell someone "Everything's underground" in good conscience again.
So we spent the night at Megan's, and today the landlord came over with a guy and put an extra space heater in the water pipe closet, and a few hours later the pipes thawed and every faucet in the entire apartment gushed on, scaring Mindy and I half to death. Apparently no other pipes had broken, because we haven't seen any flooding.
The actual space heater for the water pipe closet was also fixed and eventually the landlord returned and took out the extra space heater. Our apartment has stayed in working order so far, except for one minor incident when I plugged in a space heater downstairs to warm my feet up, and not 2 minutes later, the living room power went out. I figured I had just overloaded the circuit or whatever and went to the fuse box, found the switch for the living room, flipped it off and then on again. That fixed it. THANK GOODNESS.
I could go into more adventures in Idaho in sub-freezing temperatures, but they aren't nearly as interesting (and it's time for bed). Tomorrow I see Stephen again and my life returns to normalcy. :)
