Our lives are filled with "FIRSTS"—from your first tooth, your first kiss, your first car, to your first forgetful moment. Throughout life there are many firsts, some of which we remember and some of which we forget. There are probably many that we would like to forget.
Last week I was working inside the cabin and it was a bit cold outside, so I wanted to run the propane heater that I have. I have used it before and there was not any problem with it.
However, this time was different.
I got it set up and ready to go, but I could smell propane, which is not something I really wanted at the time. I felt around the connections, and could feel it leaking out of the connection at the 20# tank.
I got the wrench and tried to tighten the POL nut, but it was tight. Checked again and it was still leaking.
After turning the tank valve off, I disconnected the hose to inspect the threads to see if maybe I had cross-threaded it. Nope.
Close inspection revealed a tiny black particle stuck in the threads. It was so small I couldn't get my thumbnail down into it to remove it. Using my utility knife, I was able to remove the tiny speck of apparent trouble. Sure enough, after reconnecting the hose, there was no leak. I found it really hard to believe that just a tiny little speck of dirt could affect the sealing of an inch of brass threads, but it did.
Convinced now of the safety of the tank and connections, I hooked everything back up and started the generator. (There was still a little bit of trepidation, so I put the tank outside.) Within less than three minutes, my eyes began to burn.
I wasn't too concerned at first because of all the things I am working with trying to get our cabin established. However, no amount of rubbing or dobbing with tissue could stop the burn. I turned the heater off, put my sweatshirt on and went to work.
That was last week. Today, as I was moving things around to continue with insulating the ceiling, I discovered something that set my heart to pounding.
I picked up the tank and the heater at the same time and felt the hose twist in my hand. I turned the heater over to reveal the connections and found that the connector to the heater had come loose.
That had to have been leaking and was the cause behind my burning eyes. It was leaking propane just under the heating unit which was throwing flame for the heat. IT DIDN'T EXPLODE!!!
It had never occurred to me to check that connection. Why it should have come loose is beyond me.
That is the FIRST time I have ever run a propane heater with a leaky connection and lived to tell about it. It will also be the LAST TIME!!
In this next picture you can see the progress we were making with putting insulation in the ceiling. My helper is sitting on the steps with her back to the camera. There is absolutely NO WAY I could have gotten the insulation up in that center section without my lovely lady.
The FIRST, though, is the light hanging from the ceiling.
That is the FIRST TIME in all my years of construction that I have made a cutout for a ceiling and gotten it right the first time!
I couldn't contain my excitement that Gracie didn't have to go through waiting for me to "get it right" and I danced a little jig of happiness.
If others were to view us from a distance during the day, they would swear that we were just having too much fun.
We are loving this journey together.
There are many "firsts" we are experiencing during this trip, and it made me think of all the people who are also starting this journey for the first time in their life.
Enjoy the ride.
Learn as you go.
Celebrate your "FIRSTS"!
