I finally had enough of swim­ming through cel­lu­lose insu­la­tion. So my brother-in-law Lee and I set up our own lit­tle Hooverville in the front yard with a giant shop vac designed for suck­ing up the blown in stuff. It had a loud gas engine and used a cor­ru­gated hose with an affin­ity for clog­ging that made the job inter­est­ing. But upon reclaim­ing about 90 per­cent of the intru­sive mess, we called it good. Lots of scratches from the nails pro­trud­ing up into the attic space from below and down from above but the result is that I can now see where things need to be addressed in the attic space.

Some­time prior to the day of suc­tion, we were doing some par­tial demo in the kitchen and ran across some splen­did, pink lam­i­nate hid­den behind the droll back splash. It’s con­tin­u­ally infor­ma­tive to pull apart this lit­tle, owner-built house and after hav­ing uncov­ered the first two time cap­sules tucked within the wall cav­i­ties, it was quite amus­ing t o find this curi­ous lit­tle detail buried in the kitchen. Given the half-baked nature of the rel­a­tively recent remod­el­ing efforts, this dis­cov­ery was a treat.

A final note:
Hav­ing fully recov­ered from Blog-Spam-Shock, I have reset the com­ments func­tion on the site so that those with any inter­est in doing so may finally make their thoughts known.

Cheers,
Kurt