Christmas Insulation

Come to find out that the floor in the new double wide gets pretty cold on these December mornings. Come to find out this is due to the insulation oversight that has taken place in this house for the past fifty years. In lieu of a basement, our new house has a crawl space low enough to trigger my claustrophobasense. I’ve managed to stick my head in there to look around a bit, but I’ve stopped short of wiggling my whole body in there for an up-close look around.

I’m not sure how this house has managed to survive all these years with its total lack of insulation and its thin drafty windows. Clearly I’m made of weaker stuff than this houses previous owners, though you would think since this house is old Tacoma mafia, at some point in its existence a little of that loan-sharking money might have made it’s way to pay off the Owens Corning company for a little of that R-30 batting.

Turns out that we’re the only family to live here that’s going to take the bait and make it a place where you don’t mind walking around in your stocking feet in the winter time. Yesterday the crew came over and put insulation in the floor and next week they come over and put insulation in the ceiling and a few weeks after that the new double-paned windows come and so by the middle of January, I’m hoping that our house is like a little toasty brick oven.

Last Saturday we put up Christmas lights outside. We went with the large colored lights that I talked Sweetie into using last year since the new neighbors are all about poorly placed white strands of icicle lights and those plastic lit up reindeers. We head out to get the tree on Saturday with Dewy and Ham and I imagine we’ll get to doing the inside decorations this weekend.

Slowly it’s starting to feel like Christmas around this joint. Perhaps if I got my act together and started doing a little shopping it might just be the jump kick to make it feel more full blown. Well, that and the tree should help.

I’m putting up the two Christmas songs I wrote for everyone to download. I also thought I’d put up the article that The Weekly Volcano did about me. Just look on the sidebar.

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minnie said…
The Evolution of Evan indeed, why you're practically the King O Tacoma! Thanks for posting the pdf!
Love your greatest fan, Minnie
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