Not a trivial group
Just back from an evening of group trivia. Actually, a fun evening, given the depth of knowledge from our pick-up team. I think we tied for the winning position, but I can’t be sure. That’s a sign that we were playing for the fun of the thing, when stats don’t actually matter. And no, I didn’t get into “the wings”, by choice.
My afternoon had another goal: turning a very heavy box of odd metal forms into something useful. The new BBQ, in all its glory, now sits ready to do serious damage to a steak – just as soon as I get some proper tools. We’d gone out for breakfast with another group, and I decided to check in at the local garage to see how propane sales worked. First of all, not on weekends. The clerk took the time to show me my options. I could buy a new tank, pay for a purge and a fill and go home. Or, I could buy a recycled tank, filled and ready right now, for a bit less.
I went for the exchange model. Even had the keys to the lockers, to choose what I wanted. Of course, I picked an empty one to start the deal, but realized that no tank should be that easy to stow; I got the keys for a second go-around and made myself into a properly provisioned shopper.
The assembly, which did require the whole afternoon, had no surprises. Once I figured out the parts count and the placement of the first two pieces, the rest came along without a need for my “alternate” vocabulary. The initial heating went from garage temperature to a solid 500F on the thermometer in a matter of a few minutes. I declared my test a success and shut everything off.
We took delivery of a vanload of perennials, as well. A lot of hole digging in my immediate future.
