Gas B Gone
Sounds like an ad for flatulence. Very classy this blog has become. Very Yoda I am talking like. Very weird I am at any moment.
I’m in one of those moods tonight. One of those dye-my-hair-pink-and-make-an-overload-of-chocolate-baked-goods-while-dancing-naked-in-the-backyard kinda moods. I’m sure that I’m not the only one. (DEARGODTELLMEI’MNOTALONE! err…maybe tell me I am alone since I may or may not streak my pregnant cellulite in the moonlight.)
All that to say…this post may be one of the weird ones. chalk it up to pregnancy hormones running amok. and paint fumes from our kitchen reno. it’s probably not the fumes since we went with no-VOC. so let’s just blame the fact that I am 34 weeks pregnant…and we have done absolutely nothing to get ready for the baby and our house is literally one Toucan Sam away from being totally fruity and loopy. that might make sense only to me.
Back to the gas. I betcha you have never been so relieved to read that sentence
So in our backyard there is a pipe. A long one. It just randomly sticks outta the house. At first we thought it was for either a giant grill or a hot tub…and the later we guessed it might be for a gas supply tank (because I guess you always need a backup Napoleon?)
It has been there sticking out of our house for a while. Will would be tempted every so often to bang it with a stick to which I would freak out and expect the house to explode. Literally. I ran into the woods. I didn’t even bother to warn Jeremy. Kablooheey.
So when I heard that my brother (who is a licensed master plumber) was coming to visit over Labor day, I begged him to come by and remove it for us. We don’t do gas.
Well…not that kind
Jeremy and I prefer life.
Brad began by shutting off the gas supply to the house. I love that Braden was there for each step – learning to be a little DIYer
Then Brad unscrewed the pipe outside from the elbow that was inside.
That shorter piece next to it in the grass was the elbow and the bit he removed to get to the joint.
Then he used a bit of tape (anyone know the name of it to save me the time of googling?) and put on a cap.
He hand tightened and then he wrenched.
Then came the most technical and difficult part. It involved bubbles. I’m not kidding.
After turning the gas back on, he poured a cap full of bubble soap on the joint to test for leaks.
This is what it looks like when it has a leak. (Brad unscrewed it a little for me so that I could take a photo for all you…and because everyone wants to know exactly what gas bubbles look like).
And this is what it looks like when there is no leak.
Pretty nifty, huh?
Of course, we HIGHLY recommend hiring a professional to do this sort of DIY project. Removing drywall will not kill you. Painting cabinets might make you want to commit suicide but in general, you’ll survive. Gas can blow up. Gas can catch on fire. Gas can asphyxiate you. Gas leaks can cause carbon monoxide in your home. Real dangerous stuff.
Off to go run around in my backyard. Don’t tell my neighbors.
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