It’s those things you think will be big deals, that so often are not. And conversely, those things you neglect to flag as problems, are the very same things that will rear their ugly head.

Here is where the gas meter was.




I had stared at that thing for hours, wondering how I could move it from its unfortunate location to inside my newly created closet. I don’t like to mess with gas, but it seemed clear to me that there was a shut-off on the supply side of my ugly meter. So I could shut down the service at that point, detach the meter and pipe a new location. That was the theory. Oh, believe me, I called Con Edison. I begged for a new meter. They have digital readout meters now and everything. But go ahead, call Con Edison, I dare you. In New York Speak, "forgedaboudit".

So I grabbed some tools.



It worked, and it was done without much trouble. Everything is open, nothing smells like gas, gotta like it.