Our house is really old and there's no insulation in the walls (although we did put a lot in the attic) and we have balloon construction and the price of heating oil is unpredictable at best. So last summer, Mr. Truck decided we were going to insulate our walls. After much internet research, he decided on this blown in insulation. It's made of recycled paper fiber with some sort of fire retardant in it. I totally approved of his choice.
But then he took me to Lowe's and showed me this blowing machine. Apparently, he thought we could do this ourselves. He'd be up in the attic and I'd be running the machine. It would all work out just fine. Now he knows I'm really afraid of machines. I can run the snowblower because I have to but it always scares me and I stay away from all the other power tools. And, as I reminded him, I'm little and old and not very strong. And did he not remember when we carried the stove down to the cellar and it got stuck half way and we spent a long time yelling at each other because I couldn't pick up a stove? So finally he agreed that maybe that was not the best idea and did more research on the internet. It turns out that there are people who come and do this for you. And they're very nice. They promised us that they could do the whole job from outside, just move the vinyl siding a bit and blow the stuff in, we would never know. Then they got here. It turns out that the siding on the top of the house, which we picked because it kept the house looking original, would not cooperate. So the had to poke holes in the walls upstairs, about every 16 inches, and blow the insulation in from the inside. In every room. They did fill in the holes but it still looked like this when they left.
And that's why we're still painting. One room left. Now I'm not complaining too much, we probably were due to repaint anyway. And the insulation is wonderful. The house was much warmer this winter, no breezes at all and the best part is we used a little less than half the amount of heating oil this winter than we did last winter. And we're being green. Oh, and Mr. Truck admitted that we could not have done this ourselves, they blew in 75 bags with a big machine.
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