Between little bouts of Eden on the PS3, I finally got around to a project I've been putting off - fixing the insulation around the attic skylight. Our attic (which serves as our TV room, among other uses) is super-insulated but does not exactly have a ceiling. I covered about 25% of the ceiling with attractive old barn wood the last time I was laid off for a significant period, but the rest of it is just plastic sheeting over sheets of insulation. This works better than you might think. It's ugly, but even without any heat except what rises from the house below, the attic stays warm all winter. However, due to a combination of air movement in the cold air space above the insulation and cavorting squirrels, the insulation has been shifting around and some of the plastic sheeting has torn or come loose. We keep stapling it back, but in the area around the skylight the plastic was so torn and brittle that there was no way to reattach it. Insulation was occasionally falling out into the attic, but mostly blowing away inside the roof, leaving actual holes into the unheated storage space at the back of the attic. It was ugly and unsanitary, and was starting to get significantly cold up there.
I kept hinting that "someone" should use the extra insulation and plastic in the back room to fix the problem, but somehow it didn't magically happen. So I spent several hours last weekend just cleaning out the storage room sufficiently to find the roll of plastic (there's no problem finding the insulation - it's all over the place back there). And yesterday I finally unfolded the small stepladder up there and spent about 3 hours repacking insulation into the holes and stapling new plastic over it. Whew. What an awkward and dirty job that is! It could use a few more sheets of plastic, but I got it to the point where at least that part of the roof is no longer leaking warm air out and bits of insulation in.
Then in the evening Richard and I embarked on a little adventure to participate in the City of Lakes Luminary Loppet. I signed up for the 7:30pm Luminary wave, hoping it would be slightly less crowded than the earlier waves, but I don't know - most of the City of Minneapolis seemed to be there. Richard dropped me off at the starting point (there was no chance of parking within a mile), and then made his way around the lake to meet me at the climactic IceCropolis/ Icehenge at the north end of the lake. Crowds being what they were, it took him longer to drive to the other end of the lake than it took me to ski there (about 2 miles of skiing). We found each other via cell phone and lighted staff, fortunately managing to make the crucial final connection just as the phone Richard had borrowed from Thorin ran out of juice.
Despite my uncomfortableness with crowds, I did enjoy this. Even when we were all shuffling along The Mall in a huge pack that sort of looked like an exodus of refugees from Norway, everybody was in such a jolly mood that it was fun. Everybody around me seemed to be doing this for the first time and were pretty excited. There were little surprises all along the way for us newbies, from the snow sculptures along the mall to firedancers and candle-lit ice pyramid. Coming out from under the bridge onto Lake of the Isles and seeing the panorama of lights spread out all over the lake was magical. Click through the link to see the pictures.
I kept hinting that "someone" should use the extra insulation and plastic in the back room to fix the problem, but somehow it didn't magically happen. So I spent several hours last weekend just cleaning out the storage room sufficiently to find the roll of plastic (there's no problem finding the insulation - it's all over the place back there). And yesterday I finally unfolded the small stepladder up there and spent about 3 hours repacking insulation into the holes and stapling new plastic over it. Whew. What an awkward and dirty job that is! It could use a few more sheets of plastic, but I got it to the point where at least that part of the roof is no longer leaking warm air out and bits of insulation in.
Then in the evening Richard and I embarked on a little adventure to participate in the City of Lakes Luminary Loppet. I signed up for the 7:30pm Luminary wave, hoping it would be slightly less crowded than the earlier waves, but I don't know - most of the City of Minneapolis seemed to be there. Richard dropped me off at the starting point (there was no chance of parking within a mile), and then made his way around the lake to meet me at the climactic IceCropolis/ Icehenge at the north end of the lake. Crowds being what they were, it took him longer to drive to the other end of the lake than it took me to ski there (about 2 miles of skiing). We found each other via cell phone and lighted staff, fortunately managing to make the crucial final connection just as the phone Richard had borrowed from Thorin ran out of juice.
Despite my uncomfortableness with crowds, I did enjoy this. Even when we were all shuffling along The Mall in a huge pack that sort of looked like an exodus of refugees from Norway, everybody was in such a jolly mood that it was fun. Everybody around me seemed to be doing this for the first time and were pretty excited. There were little surprises all along the way for us newbies, from the snow sculptures along the mall to firedancers and candle-lit ice pyramid. Coming out from under the bridge onto Lake of the Isles and seeing the panorama of lights spread out all over the lake was magical. Click through the link to see the pictures.