Sometimes it takes just one thing, and before you know it it’s snowballed into a dozen more.
You see the MR has been talking about getting a new generator for awhile. Ours is situated down in the well room which vents into the garage, and with carbon monoxide being what it is, we just don’t like to run it all that much. We make sure the door is open; but let’s be honest, it’s usually bad weather when the power’s out, so the door’s banging around in the wind. It’s not the best design.
The week we got back from Costa Rica last month, the power went out for 12 hours on a stormy Saturday. At dusk when the MR went to turn on the generator, he found the battery was dead. I had dinner ready before 5 pm, so I could see what I was cooking, and we cozied up to the fire he’d built and headed to bed by 8 pm.
Somehow that nebulous idea of getting a new generator became an action plan. But it’s not just a generator. Ours is powered by propane, and we always wonder if we have enough to last through the storms. I think the longest we’ve gone without power here is a snowy four days, but we’ve had some major storms in the past where the power’s been out for a week. That being said, the MR was looking to have a larger propane tank put in, too.
Perhaps it was all the time on the side of the house with contractors looking at the tank and the generator and possible placement options, but suddenly, he was calling the tree service that did work for his dad 50 years ago to take out some trees that were getting too close along that side of the house.
We were getting bids and work was scheduled, and then as me and the MR were headed off to California for a wedding, the MR got a call that jobs had been delayed and they could take out the trees while we were gone. How awesome was that? By the way, it wasn’t the guy Papa Larry had known but his grandson who did the job—we didn’t have some 70 or 80 year-old man climbing trees in our yard.
We arrived home late Sunday to find a trailer full of logs off the driveway and the trees gone.
Sadly, Monday morning we noticed a smell when we went to check out the newly cleared trees. Somehow the propane line had been damaged, and while we had enough propane left for me to fry up some burgers for dinner, I’ve been hanging up the wash for the rest of the week.
Our new propane tank and generator were scheduled for early April, but the contractors were able to move some jobs around and will be installing the propane tank on Friday.
That means the MR spent most of Wednesday digging a trench for the new line. That’s probably a good thing, because with him using the shovel, I postponed my work in the garden. It would have been very exciting if I’d been down there when Cocoa spotted a bear next to the tennis court.
Why isn’t life simple? It’s always this, and then this, oh and that too. I’m thankful we were out of town over the sunny, warm weekend. If we’d been home, I know the MR would have suggested grilling, and that could have been real trouble with a propane leak around the corner. I’m glad I didn’t get up close and personal with a bear. And I’m glad kind people will get me some propane, so I don’t have to run upstairs to use the stove and can dry laundry with that new-fangled thing called a dryer.
How’s your week been going?