Disorganized and happy about it

The outside stove is now hooked up to propane and runs fine. I baked a nice chicken dinner in the oven to test it.

Every single part and fitting was recycled -salvaged from all over. Sure, it's a pain to have to rummage through piles of old stuff. It's really nice to have brand new shiny parts fresh off the hardware store shelves. The job goes a bit faster when every piece doesn't have to be removed from something else and cleaned. As great as that is, there's a certain satisfaction in doing a good job and not spending any money. Subtract the time it would have taken for a trip into town and salvaged parts are quicker.

By the way, anyone messing around with propane connections, make sure everything is checked for leaks. This is not done with a cigarette lighter. Fill a spray bottle with soapy water. Spray all the connections. Bubbles are a sign that the connection is leaking.

Some people have all their parts sorted and organized. I'm not one of those people. Should anyone clean and organize my stuff, I'd be unable to find anything. Normal organization and I don't get along. My poor dad is just the opposite. It used to drive him nuts when he helped me on a job and all my tools and parts were scattered to the four directions. Never mind that I knew where they were. The mere fact that everything wasn't in it's own labeled jar, box or place on the pegboard, drove him to distraction.

Back in my firefighting days, my truck was always organized exactly the same way, even though it went against my nature. Every firefighter had to know exactly where everything was. Seconds lost looking for something could be the difference between life and death. For anything less than death being on the line, I quickly slip back to my disorganized ways.

A messy mind is a creative mind.

-Sixbears