Or until that expensive water pressure system’s sudden but inevitable betrayal, in any case.
I’m quite pleased with myself this morning. Right now the only thing in Ian’s place that uses propane is the water heater. Gas to the kitchen stove is turned right off, since I don’t want to spend propane on a useless oven pilot. So I know exactly when the propane bottle sucked empty: It did so during yesterday evening’s heavenly shower. But – heh – I didn’t notice at the time because it wasn’t important.
This morning while taking Tobie on his long walkie, I saw at a glance…
So during morning chores I threw a third 20# bottle – from my barbecue, which I never use – into the Jeep, adding it to the shower propane rotation.
Me so smart!
I was late in my conversion to the Church of the Bypass Regulator, as applied to a handmade house. I always thought of them as an RV thing. Should have put one on the kitchen propane at the very start, because it invariably got me out in the cold and dark on the most frigid morning in the winter before I could make coffee. But that was a rare and tolerable hassle. I didn’t decide the matter was important until the winter of ’17, after the bedroom addition and that wonderful vented heater. When that bottle sucked dry it was an enormous hassle. So the following summer I put a bypass regulator on the bedroom propane. Then I figured, what the hell? Why not do the same thing for the kitchen stove? Now I consider them pretty much standard equipment.