In case you are wondering (and I know you are), I have a love-hate relationship with gas.
I am nervous when something seems to go wrong such as a wonky pilot light.
I often leave a window or door partially open when using gas.
Yet, I love using gas in my home.
On my stove, I just turn on the burner. No lighting a pilot light.
The flame is so responsive that I am willing to risk my life for a perfectly cooked meal!
My gas fireplace is wonderful on rainy days (Yes, Portland!) or cold nights.
On the fireplace, I flip the electric wall switch and on it comes.
My fireplace does have a pilot light that I leave on year round. I don’t want to get on my stomach and poke around lighting the pilot light. Sad, huh?
That’s the limit of my expertise and experience with gas.
But today, I took a risk.
Amid snow flurries and frigid weather, I connected my new natural gas grill!
Here’s a picture of this bad boy grill!
The folks at Ace Hardware were fantastic.
Ryan, the operations manager with the patience of Job, explained and demonstrated how to connect the nipples to the something or another. Next was a lesson on how to tighten the nuts or bolts or screws or just plain thingys using a wrench.
When he was finished, he did it all again and again until I felt reasonably confident that I could do it.
It was a short drive from Ace Hardware to my house. I hoped I could remember everything. I did not want to lose face with Ryan! Or disappoint myself!
With visions of gas explosions dancing in my head, I almost backed out. This is silly. I should just call an expert.
But, with fear and trepidation, I connected everything. The wrench slipped a few times as I was turning “righty tighty” or was it “tighty righty”?
Did I tighten too much? Too little?
Then, decisively and with false courge, I turned on the gas. The gas valve turned so easily.
Next, I sprayed on the “Gas Leak Detector”. No bubbles. I sprayed again. Still no bubbles.
All clear…yay! I had connected everything securely so there was not a leak.
Now, the moment of truth.
I turned on the gas grill. It worked. I was so excited!
I wanted to tell someone! Where was my merit badge?
After excitement and relief, I started feeling a bit smug.
Afterall, I fixed my garbage disposal a few weeks back.
Now the grill!
Maybe the broken faucet in my bathroom is next?
Bring it on baby!