Fall and the First Frost is Upon Us; Yikes!!

As you can see in the photo above, fall is upon us and with it comes the cold nights and blanket wars. The little heater is striving to keep up and the decision whether to make the middle of the night pee run is becoming more difficult. Unfortunately, this aging body plays a greater role in the decision then I'd like; although I hear they have something called "depends" that might be helpful in this situation. If all goes as planned, the drywall tapers will be done the middle of next week and we will be painting soon after. Then, I am told by the "bald one", we can sorta move in.
Tomorrow, I'm off to visit Dr. Wulffhart (great name!) to have some faulting wiring zapped in my heart. Sounds like fun eh but you have to look at the bright side. I get three days to laze around and relax, my heart gets a 30 point inspection and most importantly I get some t.v. time (haven't seen tv since June) to watch them thread a catheter through my groin and up into my heart. Reality television starring little old me. I hope it's a good episode. Then they are going to make my heart go crazy, then zap and kill that mutant pathway. So if all goes well, and you'll be hoping for this (you don't want Ross boring you with his insights), I'll be back to blogging in a couple of weeks.

This is the first step in the B.I.B insulation process. Throw some cardboard in the ceiling. I know what you're thinking so just stop....this is a high tech installation. Axel Rose....I miss our time together, you're awesome and "Welcome to the Jungle"....great tune...loose the country crap, it messes with your vibe.

Don't worry if you don't understand...keep shaking your head and move on to the next picture.

This is the insulation being blown into each cavity from a big hose. There are a few other steps....stapling the fiber mesh and vapour barrier but my pictures have disappeared and I just haven't got the mindset to go putting them back on the blog. I am so computer fustrated!!! How about you all just imagine what it looks like and get on with your life.

Now....don't you all wish you were a cat....I know I do.

Okay...this is what I've been doing this past week. I call it "toothing" or
dentistry but my dad laughs and corrects me when I say toothing. Then he tells me what it's called and it sounds like he is saying toothing so I still don't know what it's called but doesn't it look like you knocked out someones tooths (teeth). Whatever...it is fun cause I get to use an impact drill with a long bit and destroy brick.

My beautiful propane tank. It took four men to put it in place. One to stand with his chin on the shovel, one to keep him company, one to direct the mover thingy(he's invisible at the moment) and some young guy fresh out of his diapers that did all the work. He's probably looking out over the potato field (peeing).

Ross and his mistress up on the bell tower. If you look really close over his left ear, there is a pencil. It's always there and I don't know how he gets it to stay there and with such a bald head. It's one of life's mysteries.

Ross is shingling the bell tower. It isn't a very flattering position to be pictured in but it is neat how I'm always there with a camera in the most opportune times.

Tada!!!

Delivery of the drywall. It's a brand new truck but someone lost the key to the remote control so the boom had to be manually manipulated. Someone's in the dog house....oopppss!!!

Cutting off the steel plate. It made some cool sparks.

This man has just too many ladders. The strapping is almost finished and the board and batten is in the process(by me) of being painted.

Our potatoes are being harvested. They aren't really ours, we just like to call them ours. It just means summer is over and that's just sad, so sad.

The front wall in the beginning stages of drywall....quiet dull yeah without any pomp.

Work buddies.

Introducing

Construction Workers of 2010

Mr. November

Ian McGrinful

Ian always shows up on the job site safety conscious and with a positive attitude. Ian goes to great lengths to protect his beautiful manicured hands with special order "subcontractor" mittens and will not pick up his tool without first strapping on his protective cup. His philosophy "every sperm is sacred, every sperm is good". When not helping out a buddy in need, Ian can be found at the local laundromat matching the socks left in the dryers.