Mary and Pye get Tanked

The new section of the house has radiant floor heat, so we decided to heat it with a gas boiler. Side benefits are that we can now  replace our battered electric cooking range with a gas range and heat all the hot water for the house with the boiler, thus freeing up a useful closet where the 25-year-old electric hot water heater lives.
Step one was for excavator Buck Painter to dig a pit like the one outlined in the diagram above. I would love to get a virtual backhoe with full-size controls and learn how to operate one. It would be like those virtual NASCAR race cars, where you use a full-size steering wheel, foot pedals and shifter stick. The virtual NASCAR races are reportedly so good that -- with a good subwoofer -- you actually feel the joints between the cement slabs of the track. Imagine the sub-woofer effects you could put on a virtual backhoe working in different terrains: rocky forest, city streets, desert sand, Arctic snow ..

Step two was getting the propane tank delivered on August 5, 2004

Buck the excavator is the man in blue. Buck is a strapping six-footer but when he stands next to the other guy, 6-foot-five Kenny, he looks like a little boy. Kenny's his laborer. Mary said Kenny looked like a Marine or a cop. Pye said he looked like CIA covert ops. Kenny's well-spoken and smart. It turns out that Kenny IS a cop. He works the night shift for the Berryville Town Police Force. Small Virginia towns don't pay their cops excessively large amounts of money.

The submarine prepares to steam through the dirt around the house. Maybe it's not a submarine. Maybe it's a subterrine. The white bags are supposed to grab the attention of lightning bolts and draw them into the earth without exploding the propane. A thousand gallons of propane exploding would turn our house and Mary and me into sawdust and damp pink mist.
A 15-Kilowatt generator arrived. I won't tell you about the Old Dominion Freight Lines drivers being scared to come back here in their 18-wheelers. They missed one deadline because a driver was "sick." They missed the next one because "My liftgate done broke." In fear that the next thing that would happen is that "the dog done ate my mudflaps" we sent Chuckie (standing in the pickup) to pick up the thing in his pickemup truck.

Master-Carpenter Charlie Kinney and Journeyman-Carpenter, Electrician, Plumber, Machinist, Auto-Mechanic and computer-fabricator Bobby Burton offloaded the Generac generator.

The generator goes in its house. The house's walls are made of SIPS, sandwiches of OSB (oriented strand board) and foam called Structural Insulating Panel Systems, to deaden the noise of the generator, which, even though the generator is fired by propane, is not inconsiderable.


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