Alternate title: Insulate good times, come on! Install some insulation… by Kool (in my mudroom) and the Gang
Ok, ok, I know I’ve been completely incommunicado lately. And by “lately”, I mean “since February”.
This blog tends to quiet down when there is too much stuff going on in my life.
But! Now that the aforementioned “stuff” is over, there will be more writing, blogging, witty-joking, and updating on my extremely fascinating life!
For example, guess what I did this morning? I insulated the crawlspace over the mudroom!
In May, our home inspector pointed out that the mudroom was “built on a concrete slab” and “had no appreciable insulation overtop”, so would “probably be extremely cold”. And it is. It’s been on my list since we moved in August. However, due to physical issues and extreme unwieldiness, it has been impossible to do until now.
I’ve had 2 weeks to recover from my 2am trip to the hospital on Halloween (and subsequent, wonderful 2-day vacation), and have been venturing off my couch two to three times a day to slowly walk our newest family member. I even tried to jog down my street this morning.
|Introducing our newest bundle of teeth and fur: Ziggy, with his best friends|
But, DG responsibilities can’t be shirked forever, so I hauled the giant ladder out of the storage room (please send email reprimands directly to Fis), lifted off the panel in the roof of our carport, and changed into fibreglass-friendly sweatpants tucked into my socks, long-sleeved shirt tucked into my sweatpants, work gloves and a festive blue bandanna to cover my hair. No, there are no photos.
I can almost stand up in the highest point of the space…which didn’t need insulating, unfortunately. I had to squeeze between framing that was about 3 feet high (but sloping down to the floor) and 18 inches wide, balance on joists 18 inches apart, and somehow roll pink insulation along, bumping my head on the sloping roof beams and coughing up a great deal of what I hope was dust, but was probably fibreglass.
The recurring thoughts I had during the whole 45-minute ordeal were:
- I’ve missed my calling! Tiny people like me are perfect for crawlspace insulation jobs. (Much like my plan to man the subs of the Canadian Navy entirely by people of my size, which was thwarted in 1998, 1999 and 2001 – your loss, Canadian Navy!)
- It must suck to be normal sized.