I hate touching Fiberglass insulation the microscopic hairs get all over my hands and even though I know not to I invariably rub my nose or my chin and my face starts itching. I've been stuffing, restuffing all the cracks around the windows and doors between the frames and the logs. Seems when Charlotte and I first did this last summer we were like "lah de dah" lets get this over with quickly so we can cool off with a dip in the river followed by a cold beer.
Last week, when it was minus eleven, I was astonished by the massive amount of fridged air blasting through these miniscule cracks. It was like walking down the freezer aisle at the supermarket, in the dead of winter, looking for a small bag of frozen peas to take home to add to that soul satisfying pot of warming, beef stew I've been simmering on the back of the stove all day, mmmn can't wait to go home.
Actually I don't have a pot of warm stew at home instead I decided to warm up my soul by cracking open that Saturna Island Pinot gris I told you about several posts back.
I'm disappointed. It has no depth. It is very light weight almost ethereal in taste and slightly yeasty. I don't recommend it at all.
Maybe when I get home I can look forward to opening one of those Australian shiraz wines I have in my cupboard.
2 comments:
Wow, the work you're doing is amazing, I'm tired just reading about it!
I know it is very tiring spending almost every free moment
on the house. After we move in we are promising each other a break.
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