Easter Vacation

Our family never does things in typical fashion. Our holidays are a good example.

The three of us left for Maine in two separate cars. Papa planned to stay overnight Friday and return home to sing loudly  Saturday and Sunday.

Meanwhile, Tyoma and I would enjoy a blissful vacation at the Hearthstone House, compliments of my parents.

I learned two things from my trip.

First–I should always have a solid, written plan.

I am accustomed to travelling with  Mom–my backup frontal cortex. My husband prefers to “play it by ear.”   I need all contingencies clarified, discussed, and documented.

The second thing I learned–unplug the telephones at the destination.

After a two hour drive with the question machine, I took a lovely shower. I stepped out to a ringing phone. I picked up. The man identified himself as emergency services.  Appalled, I realized Tyoma must have dialed 911 while I showered.

Despite my explanation, the operator remained dubious. The chaos and screaming in the background certainly contributed to his concern.

The police showed up in less than five minutes. I asked my son if he wanted to meet the nice officers. Tyoma’s resultant paroxysm of shrieking satisfied understanding policemen, who had special training in dealing with autistic individuals.

The police showed up second time Sunday.

At 4:00 am Easter morning,  Tyoma and I were sleepless. He occupied himself with math worksheets as I played Spider Solitaire. From downstairs, a thunderous racket emerged:

WHAM, wham, WHAM, creak, creak, tinkle-scrape.

I thought,  “Radiator? No. Radiators don’t tinkle or scrape.”

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Creak, creak, rattle, rattle, tinkle-scrape.

I thought, “That sounds like a screen door slamming violently in the wind.” I looked outside. No wind.

WHAM!  Wham, wham, creak, creak, rattle, rattle, tinkle-SCRAPE, SCRAPE, SCRAAAPE!

I realized, “Oh, Dear God! Someone’s trying to BREAK IN!!

And then I thought, “Where did I hide the phones Friday night?!”

I slapped the nearest window with menace.  As my brain spun, I tried to recall where I put the phones. I slapped the window until I saw a phone atop a bookshelf.  I spent the next 90 seconds fumbling with the jack to plug it in.

I called 911. The police were there in minutes.

Officers scoured the neighborhood with infra-red cameras and flashlights as bright as helicopter lights. The emergency service responder chatted on the phone with me for the next 45 minutes as the combed the area.

A sweet, obviously excited officer met with me after an hour search. He told me drinkers often get lost and try to enter the wrong house. This explained the racket. What stealthy robber makes such a commotion?

The policemen explained that a series of similar rental properties rested a block below us. They still planned to patrol for the next two hours, but reassured me the person was likely sleeping it off elsewhere.

Despite the turmoil, Tyoma placidly read and filled out worksheets. He resembled a little professor with his calculator, workbook and serious frown. I felt even prouder when he fell back to sleep at six o’clock.

Digital elements by Rosey Posey and Tangie Baxter.

Comments

  1. Mados says:

    What timely and competent police! That must be reassuring (the reason I don’t write ‘is’ = I am in a different country and haven’t ‘tested’ the 911 button:-)

    • A Quiet Week says:

      This was my first 911 call in decades. It was frightening, but all of the training that the first responders have is awesome. I hope you never have occasion to dial “000” or whatever number they have down under!

      • Mados says:

        The national emergency number is 0-0-0, and 112 for mobile phones… 132 500 for state emergency service (except Northern Territory).

        Just in case you’ll ever need it:-)

  2. Well written. I laughed, even though I’m not supposed to, because it sounds like my life. Always the unexpected but wanting a plan and everything just so. You brave soul. Carry on! Great to see your collages and writing, as always. 🙂
    Sam

    • A Quiet Week says:

      Thank you Sam! Actually, I am glad you laughed, since the day after I did too! I still feel frazzled, though.

      As I wrote this, I did wonder if I took a page from your book! 🙂

  3. Quiet Contemplation says:

    What an exciting holiday you and your family had! 🙂 It was the opposite of your blog title. 🙂

  4. Angel says:

    Ok, I got too excited just by your picture and had to tell you I LOVE THIS PICTURE!!! Alright, I am going back up to read your post now. 🙂

  5. Angel says:

    I’m back!

    Wow! What an adventure. We have had to keep the phone upstairs since we moved into this house. David has his work office up there, before that; we ended up keeping it turned off because it caused too much trauma for Daniel. “Unexpected ringing” caused some serious meltdowns.

    I am so glad you were both safe and Tyoma was not flustered by any of the ordeal. I am sorry for all the excitement you went through though! I am not sure if you were able to relax or not there??

    • A Quiet Week says:

      You are so cool! I am still recovering from the excitement. Traveling with T is work, but I made it harder on myself by not talking to Egor. I worried over him as much as Tyoma!

      I was able to do some watercolor and a touch of journalling while we were there. The hardest part for me is after. I have to drag myself out of my mind to cook, clean and blog. But here I am! Yay! 🙂

      Thank you for dropping by! 🙂

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