Erm,
yeah.....
I didn't tell ya'll about lighting my gas fireplace for the first time this week, did I?
OK, I don't have a sense of smell, so I have a couple of explosive gas detectors in the house. But I don't totally trust them and I'm still a bit nervous. So I read, and I read and I READ the instructions for my fireplace.
Seemed pretty idiot proof (HA!). Monday night, I come home, exhausted, and it's cold so I decide I've read the instructions and I can light the sucker.
HOWEVER, it says to look for the pilot to ignite on the right hand side of the fireplace. So, I turn the switch to pilot, hit the ignitor a couple of times and I don't see anything happen.
However, I hear this loud 'pssssssss' sound and I can't get the knob to turn to 'OFF'. Did I mention I was very very very tired? (That's my excuse).
OK, whatever, so I freak out, and I throw all the doors and windows open, kick the dogs outside and put the birds out too....and call my Grumpy Batchelor Brother on the phone. Telling him I'm not sure if my pilot is lit or if I'm about to cause my new house to go BOOM!
In 1 minute, he's in my yard, doing a Dukes of Hazzard rolling stop with his truck. Oh, and he's still holdin' his beer too.
Runs inside and says "I don't smell any gas". Then he goes over to the fireplace, starts pulling off the logs and points to my LIT pilot on the LEFT hand side of the fireplace.
He then turns my fireplace up to high, picks up his beer, jumps in his truck and returns home. In less than a minute.
Leaving me feeling like a total ditz. Since then, I've lit it and turned it off a couple of times this week, to the point I'm pretty comfortable with it....however, the dogs still look at me like "Oh dear, is she going to throw us all out in the old now?!".
erk, old=COLD!
You are very lucky to have a great brother. I don't even really know mine.
You are living quite an adventure, aren't you? Sort of an ongoing drama/comedy routine... :-)