We didn't have all our paperwork ready for the building inspector to conduct the framing inspection, so the inspector took his truck to the brake shop. Five minutes later we had all our paperwork ready, but the inspector didn't have his truck.
We went to Penticton to pick up angle iron for our stair treads...
...and salvage some steel from the Honda dealership. (They often have steel pallets that are used for shipping ATVs. Neighbour Jim has welded some very fetching railings and security bars with this steel so it's in the common interest to stay well-stocked.)
We were supposed to hook up with the inspector around the end of business, Friday.
The insulation crew hasn't worked in two weeks as their bookings keep getting postponed.
They were quite anxious to work this weekend, so they took it upon themselves to pick up the building inspector and make him do the inspection while we were in Penticton. We passed.
That's small town economics in action.
We came home to find the downstairs completely stuffed with bales of insulation.
Hate to think what this pile would look like if we had to insulate the downstairs too.
One minute it looked like this...
...the next minute it looked like this.
Those insulation fellows sure do drink a lot of coffee, which as Neighbour Jim says "is OK because they do good work." They also listen to some pretty paltry nu metal
. One song we heard more than once was "The Diary of Jane
." In said song, there is a lyric that goes
I still try to find my place in the diary of Jane
which through the 'boom box,' sounded an awful lot like "I still try to find my place in the diarrhea chain."
It makes us miss our 52 year old electrician singing "Don't Cha
The upstairs is insulated. Downstairs should be done on Monday, but we're betting on Tuesday.
It's going to be quite a thing to compare the difference in sound and temperature.
The nice folks from Sataray Stables in Osoyoos dropped by to tell us they had salvaged items we might find interesting. They could not believe how quiet the upstairs sounded with the rock wool insulation and they can't wait for us to come pick up some more horse poop!
We're pretty sure the cold weather is over, now that we have the stove and the insulation. Ever since Imbolc
things have been warming up. They keep the seasons on a pretty strict timetable here.