21 December 2015
Ian and Doug here at 7 for a productive half
day. Ian built the hatch that will allow
access to the attic (a fire code requirement) from the garage and an insulation
cofferdam above the hatch to keep cellulose from pouring down when the hatch is
opened. In environmentally-friendly
mode, to create the hatch
and cofferdam, used “scrap” Advantech Zip System® sheathing, some lumber that formerly was used for making cement forms, and reused the hinges and
latch from the door that was on the old dock shack. Doug installed Roxul® R-15 insulation (until we ran out) in basement wall cavities that I know
will not have any electrical, plumbing, or HVAC lines / ductwork in them. After the guys left at noon, I called Fyles
Brothers and asked for a delivery to both our house and Kate’s for
tomorrow. Five minutes later, their
truck showed up to fill the propane tanks.
Now that’s good service!
(Actually, they were doing half of Tuesday’s route today so they won’t
have to work on Christmas; makes sense.)
After lunch, I did a quick cleaning in the house, then changed and went
to gather all the paperwork needed to get a Vermont Enhanced Drivers License. MAJOR PANIC! Was sure I had put my passport,
Chree’s and my birth certificates, and both of our Social Security cards in my
computer case the other day. No could
find. Searched Kate’s house high and low
(even looked under the bed) and took (I thought) everything out of the
computer case. No could find. Sick at heart, called Chree, who (brilliant
wife that she is) suggested a long walk to lower my stress level (which was in
high orbit). On my way out, intercepted
the Goodro’s truck delivering another four bales of Roxul®. Got back
from clearing my head and immediately found the missing items… in the one
pocket of the computer case I had neglected to empty. By this time, of course, the Rutland DMV
office was about to close… probably just as well, as I was having the worst
hair day of my entire life after the sauna last night. So broke out the scotch, instead of driving
to Rutland. Don’t know if I’m celebrating or trying to drown my sorrows, but it
sure do taste good!
