Ew, ew, that smell, can't you smell that smell...

OK, so I have to prove once in a while that I am a product of the '70s. I'll even admit that I am still a Skynard fan, I think that they would work well on a mixed tape with my man Trace.

But I digress before I even start.

Our Suburban Propane driver has been wanting us to have our tank moved for years so that he does not have to illegally drag the hose through the garage to fill the tank. The problem is it is a job that needs to be done in the spring, when there is neither snow nor overgrowth to deal with. I remembered to call for an appointment last week and the service man was here bright and early this morning to get 'er done. While he was moving the tank he noticed that the tube was pinched where it comes into the house so he replaced it. He naturally had the gas turned off for this procedure, and before he left he came in and relit the pilot lights on the stove and made sure that it was working correctly.

I noticed a gas smell at the time, but Mike says I am overly sensitive to the smell of propane or diesel. I know when the tank has been refilled if we have not been home at the time by the smell, before I find the slip that the driver leaves. I figured it was just from the pilot lights before they were lit, and that it would dissipate quickly. I continued with my morning routine of washing dishes and laundry, going outside to hang up clothes, etc. Every time I came in I still smelled the gas. I went upstairs to my room for a little while with the door closed. When I opened the door I was really hit with the smell. I was now convinced that the odor was getting stronger, so figured that I had better call Suburban Propane back, and if I was just imagining things, oh well. I decided that being paranoid was better than being blown to smitherines. A different repairman came out and as he walked in the house he said , wow, I sure do smell gas. It turned out that there was a nut that was completely undone where the gas goes into the stove that had not leaked before, but when the guy this morning fixed the crimped part so that the full gas pressure was now coming in, plus moving the stove out and back into place in the process of his work, it started to leak.

I guess it is true that you are not being paranoid if the problem is real.

After that was taken care of I took Grandma out for a ride and spent some of Polly's bonus check that had come in the mail today. Most of the bonus money went to exciting things like car payments, insurance payments, Sallie Mae, and the electric company, which I mailed, along with the money for some more dollhouse furniture makings, hehe. Then we went and picked up the arbor that we are going to put climbing roses on, and a new patio table and chairs for eating outside this summer. Tomorrow we plan to pick up a new gas grill. Due to Betty being in Prague, and Flip's family being involved in the spring cattle show up in Syracuse we are not having a big Easter dinner this year. (Slight pause while I do my happy dance that I do not have to cook said meal, and instead can spend the weekend playing in dirt outside, I mean doing yard work.)I have not minded the fact that I have not spent this entire week cooking and baking, I do not mind in the cold weather, but now I have too much spring fever. I told Polly and Mike tonight that instead we will have our first cookout of the year, where we eat will depend on the temperature. This is a brilliant plan on my part as they will fight over which one will cook on the new grill, which will leave me with nothing to do but eat. Well, and carry everything back inside and do all the cleaning and washing up, but I won't have to cook.