I blew out my back yesterday evening. No big deal, it happens now and then and I’ll be fine in a few days though it usually gives me more warning. Now that I’ve got a place to put stuff out of the weather I was straightening up the yard. I’ve got Landlady’s Gorilla ladder here from installing the new PV panel, and wanted to take it back to her place. I reached down to pick it up, and SPRONG. I figured hey, at least it happened when I’ve got two days off from shit-shoveling.
So this morning when I tried to light the stove for my second cuppa, I learned the propane bottle was empty. Not unexpected, in fact I’ve been expecting it for some time. But of course thanks to my fantastic forward planning the full bottle was WAAAAAAYYYY OVER THERE.
Two rules for running out of propane, and I’ve yet to see it fail:
1. It will always run out in the morning.
2. It will always run out on the worst possible morning.
Carrying a full 7-gal bottle when you’ve thrown out your back will wake you up in the mornin’, boys.
You ok? Awful quiet this weekend. 🙂
Those rules of propane always seemed to apply when I cooked with it on the boats. I got very good about checking the tanks before I went to bed after a while.