September 20, 2006
Can you get fired from failing to keep up with a blog? I just haven't gotten around to doing it and that's that. I feel like it's a Monday morning and I am at St. Mary's grammar school confessing to the nun, "Sister, there was a black-out in our neighborhood and I wasn't able to finish my homework." Some things never change.
Another return from yet another red eye, this time from Napa. (Beautiful place—why haven't I been there before?) I'll recap the last events that I was privy to prior to my departure: The big goings-on centered around the insulation. A huge truck was on the street with hoses running from it into the house, where they are placed into holes less than an inch in diameter that have been drilled into the walls. The Icynene is pumped in as liquid and then fills the walls with an open cell foam that "breathes." We never really see the foam except for remnants coming out of the holes and the "show and tell" session that we have with Tom and the folks involved with the product. We are reminded about how energy efficient and warm this will make our igloo, and that in the summer the opposite effect will take place as the house will be naturally cooled down. The top floor has no holes drilled into it as the Icynene will be forced through the roof openings into the attic…these guys are "wicked smaht."
Then there was Richard T. He is like someone from an Alfred Hitchcock movie that could be titled "Surprises In The Cellar." He knows about the flow of H2O, pressure, boilers, etc. more than anyone I have met (well, other than Mr. Wizard). Since Liz and I are not too savvy (though Liz got into the whole oil tank education when they changed the boilers), it seems that our "on screen" interaction with Richard is limited. Kevin and Norm ask him questions using words that I cannot even pronounce. God bless them.
O.K., so I come in from the red eye and pull up to the house—fuggedahboutit!!! The entire house is surrounded by blue scaffolding right up to the roof. It reminds me of the bamboo scaffolding in China tied with nylon fasteners. This looks much safer. We must be getting ready for alot of work and SOON.
Er, wasn't I going to sleep when I got home? Not a chance. No rest for the weary nor wicked…
(0) CommentsComment on this Blog
Post a comment
The comments to this entry are closed.