Aiiiiiieeeeeee!!!!!!!

Ok, I just have to vent. This is not a story about living in Alaska. This is a story about moving to Alaska and having a house for sale still on the other side of the country. Our house in Breinigsville (near Allentown for those of you playing along at home) is still for sale. It has been for sale since May, which is extremely galling. Anyway, early this afternoon, we got a call from our real estate agent in Pa, which initially made us happy because we were hoping there was an offer. But no. What she was calling about was that people had been in our house for a showing and one of them was almost overcome by gas fumes and they called the fire department. The people are OK - thank God. As you can imagine, this caused a significant amount of despair on our parts. We took turns making calls and having mini-nervous breakdowns, with the person currently having the least amount of despair manning the phone.
Here is the thing about this sort of situation happening on the other side of the country on a Sunday and three time zones away - there's not a lot you can do. Also, we were getting conflicting reports of what was happening. Art's parents were just there that morning checking on things for us, which they frequently do, and they did not notice anything wrong. Our agent was not on the scene, being away for the weekend, and was relaying things third hand, so she was not able to be that much direct help. Art talked to the fire chief who had been in the house, who said that yes, the house had been full of gas and they had shut off the pilot lights and ventilated the house and closed the valves on the propane tanks. This rang some alarm bells because we had turned off all the pilot lights in the stove when we left in May, and the furnace does not have a pilot light. Art's parents were dispatched back over to the house, where they found the house still at 54 degrees, the stove lid propped up, and no other disarray. We tried to call a propane company, but could not get anyone to help us out today. We thought about calling the office of the development our house is in, but as they have not been of the slightest use so far, are still wondering if we want to waste our breath on them any more. I called my parents, mostly just for sympathy, which they provided - Thanks Mom and Dad!
So now the plan is to have the heating system taken care of - which means throwing more money down this particular pit, but that is a treat for tomorrow. We have exhausted our options of what we can do about the situation for today. So there you go. Alaska is great, but moving sucks!