I can admit it when I’m wrong.  Really!  Despite what my husband says about me sometimes.

blownTHIS is the most horrible job in the world.  Oy vey.

Can you tell what it is?  I can’t imagine why you might not.  It’s the hopper of the machine that blows the insulation into the attic.  This is how we spent our weekend.  It’s dusty.  It’s dirty.  It’s at least not itchy.  I wish I’d taken more pictures, but while Josh was in the attic with the business end of the hose, this was my job:  grab a bale, cut it open, dump it in (*poof* of dust in the face), grab the 2×4, break up the chunks, keep stirring it up so that it feeds into the agitator to get blown up the hose into the attic.  Not a lot of time for standing around for photo ops.  We worked from about 9 am until 4 pm on Saturday and managed to get 96 out of approximately 150 bags blown in.  (Josh and his dad finished the rest of the bags on Sunday.)

Things I wish I’d taken a picture of:

  • Josh when he came out of the attic.  He looked like Frosty.  Covered head to toe in this stuff.
  • The bales of insulation.  The stuff we used comes from Miller, South Dakota – a local product for us.
  • A better picture of the actual insulation.  This one is made from recycled paper and natural fiber.  There were a lot of fun chunks with designs and text.

Oh, one more detail.  We had our 3rd blizzard in two weeks.  I thought for sure I had frost bite on my fingers by the time we got home.  And I was too depressed over the snow to bother snapping a picture of it *again*.

Here’s some other stuff I *did* take pictures of.

drarch

This is the arch entry to the dining room.  There are 2 more smaller versions of this – one just off to the left going into the kitchen, and one on the wall on the left between the kitchen and dining room.  By Monday this ought to be all covered in drywall.

cutie

Who’s this?  Does he think he’s a drywall guy?  (Uh – not so much.  Shortly after I snapped this he fell right off the dang thing.  Backwards.  Don’t worry, only thing hurt was his ego.  He was trying to climb on it again roughly 2 minutes later.)

dwfoyer

The real drywall guys are working on the second floor.  They’ve got it almost finished up there.  I think they’re going to do a bit more on the garage today so we can put our garage doors up tomorrow.  Then they’ll move down to the first floor.

Wow what a difference drywall makes!  The rooms are really starting to take shape.  I’ll be taking over paint chips shortly to make final decisions.  I wanted to wait until the walls were up to really see how the light plays.  We finalized the trim and doors today.  Being the suckers we are, we’ll be staining all of it ourselves.  Our fabulous framers also do carpentry work, so they’ll be back to handle that end of things.

ladder

Someone did *not* fall off his ladder.  He loves ladders.  Has since he was able to walk.  I’ve got a picture of him at about a year old climbing up the ladder I was using to put up Christmas decorations.  I think he gets this from me.  My mother would certainly not argue.

We will not be going any place warm with a beach any time soon.  (Drat.)  We are however contemplating taking a drive to the opposite side of the state to see Josh’s sister’s family for Easter.  The Boy will be going no matter what with Grandma & Grandpa.  He’ll be very happy to see his cousins.  And the tractors on the farm.  Hopefully it won’t be quite so muddy this year so he can enjoy playing outside.  Since we don’t think there will be anything pressing for us to get done this weekend, we may join the crowd in Redfield.  It’s supposed to be nearly 60 degrees over there on Saturday.  That reason alone sells me on the idea.  Anybody else have grand plans for Easter?  Do you hide real eggs or fake ones?  Or are you too old for such silly fun?

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