Weeks of waiting have ended. The crew has arrived. It is finally happening. The insulation is going into my attic, along with a radiant barrier. Woooowhoooo!
The radiant barrier makes the attic look like a big silver spaceship. Wouldn’t it be cool if the house just took flight? We could go where no man has gone before. Seek new…well you get the idea. We are having a moment here. It must be the anticipation of a lower energy bill creating this giddiness.
Some say that giddiness is a result of oxygen deprivation.
Nope, I’m still breathing.
The poor puppies are confined to the living area. They weren’t particularly happy with the arrangement. Apparently it puts a cramp in doggie style when access to the doggie door is barred. Of course this necessary disposition of space did not prevent a ruckus from occurring when the installers arrived. And the ruckus continued for quite some time.
But now they are all sleeping peacefully. Molly is snoring like a freight train on the leather sofa. Peanut is buried under a couple of pillows near Bunny on the doggie sofa and Lucky is acting like a dog, sleeping on his little floor pillow next to the cat house.
Should I put a red light on the cat house, maybe on the porch instead? If I could sell it by the pound, I’d be rich!
Now that was naughty of me. I’m gonna get an ‘R’ rating if I don’t watch myself. Will you come visit me in exile?
With the insulation in I have a few chores to do. There is a bit of work on the pull-down stair and the trim needs to be finished. If I look around I will find a great number of things that need attention. I have to remember NOT to look around. And under no circumstances make a list. This kind of project will suck you in and make you disappear.
It’s like pouring water on the Wicked Witch of the West. You go screaming into nothingness in a cloud of steam and smoke and your shiny red shoes fly off and attach themselves to someone else’s feet.
I do not want to lose my shiny red shoes. They match my broom.