That Smell Can Save Your Life

Gas leak or smelly flowers?

Dead grass.  Flies.  Air bubbles in the street when it’s raining.  The smell of decay.

All of the above can be indicators of a natural gas leak.

Yesterday when I walked home from dropping off Kid 1 at school I noticed a foul smell in the air.  The morning was overcast and moist, so it didn’t surprise me that there was a weird smell – that happens when air gets trapped by clouds.  But by the time I got to my house, I realized that the smell lingered over the whole block.  It smelled like the odorant in natural gas to me, and since I had recently heard a PSA by The Gas Company urging people to call them if they smell gas, I called them.

A few hours later, a technician came out to my house and asked me some questions, then walked through the neighborhood to investigate.  Unfortunately, by the time he arrived, the smell in the neighborhood had gone away, along with the clouds.  Fortunately, there were no other signs of a gas leak, but the tech offered to show me what that could have looked like.  So on this sunny morning, I walked up and down the block with Tony from The Gas Company, learning about the signs of major gas leaks.

First, what’s not a gas leak:

“That smell” can come from decaying matter in the sewage line, which can waft up to your nose through the gutter or manhole covers.  If the smell is overwhelming and The Gas Company is called and they track the source to the sewer, they in turn call the city which will flush the decaying matter down the line.  Flowering onion plants can also smell like natural gas, because the oils in onions have the same chemical that is used in the odorant.  One of my neighbors had two long rows of the plant growing in the front yard.

Every so often, construction sites or the Oak Park substation will flush moisture out of major gas pipes, and that can send the odor down into your neighborhood, especially on cloudy or humid days.  Tony told me that when that happens, The Gas Company gets a lot of calls.  At that point, they know what is causing the odor, and there’s no reason to be alarmed.

What could be a gas leak:

Tony pointed out the things he looks for when a natural gas odor is reported at someone’s home and a street-level pipe leak is suspected:

-Dead grass and vegetation where it should be thriving, especially near where the pipeline from the house to the street is located:  if there is a gas leak, the gas suffocates the grass and other plants, just as if the soil was flooded.

-Flies collecting around a certain area, where there is nothing visible for them to be feasting on.  Tony said they like the smell of natural gas, and tend to be attracted to leak areas.

-Bubbles:  when it rains or when you spray water on a crack in the street and you see bubbles, that is a pretty good sign of a gas or water leak.

Before he left Tony told me that if you suspect a real emergency first call the fire department.  They can send someone out faster than The Gas Company.  You should know where your gas shut-off valve is (attached to the meter on the side of your house) and how to shut it off (with a wrench).

I might have felt silly for bringing Tony out to the neighborhood for a false alarm, but I am grateful that it was a false alarm.  About a year ago, a natural gas pipeline exploded in a residential neighborhood in San Bruno, CA.  Eight people burned to death and many others were injured.  Blocks of homes were destroyed.  It was a horrible disaster.  Investigators say the explosion was caused in part by poor management and aging pipelines.  But maybe if someone had smelled something, and called it in…

Reyes Adobe Days Are Coming

If you’ve ever been in or near Agoura Hills, you will have seen the words “Reyes Adobe.”  It’s an exit off the 101 Freeway, a north-south artery through town, a once-cursed bridge, a park, and a museum.  Reyes Adobe is a cornerstone of heritage in the city, and because it is such an entrenched part of an Agoura family’s everyday life, it is something that can easily be ignored.

Ever been a tourist in your own town?  I have been a tourist in the greater Los Angeles area since 1995, when I moved to Pasadena from a town near New Haven, CT.  When I first arrived, the spirit of exploration moved me to drive from one corner of the sprawling metropolis to the other, discovering places new to me at every turn.

That was a pretty long time ago.  Now as a mother of two small boys who is usually too tired and disdainful of LA traffic to go anywhere, I faithfully consult the Acorn’s activity calendar every week to imagine myself attending local events with my children.  Imagine is the key word here, because we are usually too busy with something else—or too lazy—to even attend the local functions.  But every so often we do venture out and the results are usually wonderful, like when we went to the Day of the Horse.

Every October, the Agoura Hills Recreation Department holds its annual Reyes Adobe Days, which is the town’s biggest community fair and cultural festival of the year. Traffic is closed all around Reyes Adobe Park, which is conveniently located just off Reyes Adobe Blvd. The park comes alive with vendors and docents and rides and food and games and activities. There is a “Night at the Adobe” planned with sophisticated food and entertainment planned for adults—a welcome respite from the usual bouncy-house and kettle corn family fun. There is a parade.

Oh how I love me a small town parade!

Alas, this is the second year in a row that I will not be around to experience Reyes Adobe Days. September 30th is my 40th birthday, and we’ll be out of town celebrating. I’m used to missing out on otherwise super cool things in order to properly celebrate my birthday—this year alone we are missing Reyes Adobe Days, YMCA flag football sign-ups, a VIP evening at Disneyland for Mickey’s Halloween Party, a VIP breakfast and day at Knott’s Scary Farm, and more.

I can’t remember where I was last year, but I remember dropping Agoura Hills Dad and the kids off at the top of Reyes Adobe Drive to deposit them in the parade. They did attend the festival, but they are all boys. The best report that I got was “it was fun.”

It’s a great way to learn more about the community around you and have a good time doing it.  You can actually visit the adobe museum any time of the year, and in my next post I will show you pictures from when I took the kids there this summer, on a day that was easily 100 degrees.

The Recession Hits Agoura Hills

It’s all your fault, oak paneling. You’re on notice.

Disclaimer:  I have no idea if the recession really “hit” Agoura Hills, technically.  I usually avoid learning hard facts about economics and politics too, really.  I go by my gut instinct and the things I see happening around me.  Also, my only regional news comes from the Acorn, which has a delightfully narrow focus.

About 18 months ago, when Agoura Hills Dad and I were house shopping in Woodland Hills, Agoura Hills, and Thousand Oaks, it was clear that there was no recession in Agoura Hills.  Houses were snatched up for cash right out from under us no matter what crumbling, garishly-colored condition they were in.  We wound up stretching our purchasing budget to the absolute limit to get into the neighborhood we eventually moved to.

Knock on wood, everything is going well so far.  My husband and I work hard to keep it afloat, and now that the markets and all the people in charge have helped make the economy suck for most people, we have taken advantage of the lower mortgage rates and applied to refinance into a shorter loan period.  So naturally, we had to have the house appraised again.

Despite the doomsday reports on 24 hour news, despite all signs from the zeitgeist that this would be true, I was absolutely shocked when the appraisal report came in today.  According to this particular appraiser, the value is $40K less than our purchase price.

I’m taking the news personally.  Did I not clean the house well enough before the appraiser came over?  Did he dislike the new Zen garden AHD made in the front yard?  I knew I should have painted over that crappy oak paneling already.  I knew we should have called a tree doctor to save the ailing birch tree on the side of the house.

Also, I knew that zillow.com is a loose forecaster of a home’s true market value.  I learned that lesson back when we found this house in the first place.  In my brain I know that most of the appraisal is based on square footage and comps, but my heart suspects that if I had just taken the extra step of moving the clean laundry basket from the kitchen to the bedroom…

All is not lost, of course.  In the last year and a half I have learned a lot about home loans and how they are done.  If your loan’s amount is below a certain percentage of the market value, you’re in a good position.  We’re fine.  But I’m personally offended by this $40K hit against our house’s self-esteem.  I want to pet it and say “it’s not your fault that someone went crazy with cheap oak paneling and nobody has come along to save you.  Yet.”

And so of course the day after the appraisal visit?  I started prepping those nasty walls for some refreshing white paint.  Stay tuned.