Converting From Natural Gas to Propane - An Installation

The girl's in Canada and left me in charge of making sure the new stove got installed.

Chris the stove installer got here about 1:30, and with my help got done at 4:30. It was not easy. He used more of my tools than his, and between us we didn't have a '7 mm nut driver' - how can that be? - so I went out on a scavenger hunt for one, eventually finding it at Harbor Freight. Returned to the scene of the crime and the Shiny New Nut Driver's hozzle was too big to fit through the opening we were trying to replace the little nozzles through. That's a run-on sentence with a split infinitive, but most of my infinitives are pretty badly split right now.

Anyhoo, we devised a workaround, didn't scratch anything anyplace she'll ever see, stepped back and fired 'er up. Everything worked terrifical!

Except one of the five burners wouldn't light and I felt pretty sure the flames coming out of the oven door weren't going to be acceptable to the Doyenne of Din-Din. Seems like that was the primary objection for the last one. That and the explosions. And the sound like Niagara Falls leading up to the explosions and the flames coming out the oven door. Minor objections to most, maybe but . . .

So by now my co-installer and I are communicating in terse, clipped sentences. He burns his fingers picking up one of the ceramic top hats on the burners and screams like a 13 year old girl. I stifle a snicker. "Oh" he says "when you were out getting the nut driver that doesn't work, FedEx came by with a package but I didn't want to sign for it so . . . " Holy mother of pearl, those were the leases and security deposit check I promised an owner I'd have today!!

"Just kidding, it's on the floor by your chair."

Back through the instructions which by now make more sense in their original French. I'm thinking I've found yet another handyman who can't read, from the way he stares at the page, twists it back and forth, in and out, so I read it out loud for him. Ahh, he'd missed the part about turning the pressure regulator inside the oven down two and a half turns, and we re-adjusted the sparker gizmo for the non-starting burner and Voila! as we say like to say in the instructions; we gots us a working stove with no visible flames except where they're supposed to be. We agree that the time and gas I burned out shopping were worth something, even disregarding the result. I pays the man and shoos him out the door.