Now that the
not even friggin’ close to temporary doors were finished, it was time to start insulating the ceiling.
This product is great, not nearly as toxic and itchy as the old pink stuff….. but still, masks and gloves help.
Many, many small pieces had to be cut.
With (for once! ) the appropriate tool.
Imagine cutting into a large, dry, rectangular angel food cake and you get the idea.
Stuff. Stuff. Stuff.
Into all the spaces in between.
After he built shelves for his speakers….
And tucked all the wires away.
Oh, you spotted that ancient electric typewriter?
Of course he had to bring it home when his office threw it away. It works! And heck, you never know when you might need one.
It took a whole day to stuff the small corners and when I tried to leave to cook dinner?
I had to wait.
But the sunset was nice.
So it wasn’t really a hardship.