Insulated with extreme prejudice

It is done!
The entire ceiling, bar the ktichen and Laundry/Bathroom/Pantry has been insulated with R3.8 batts. The entire house is warmer and a nicer place to be. When the sun set, the temperature of the house didn't change.

Friday night Andrew and I got up there and moved about 8 bags of the old "insulwool" product which had clearly been laid by some pretty shady characters (you could tell by the way anywhere that was slightly out of sight, was uninsulated), which was OK, I also threw down a few of the loose batts from a broken bag, to make room for Andrew to get into the corners.

Yesterday we completed the Spare room, dining room, bathroom, hallway, and master bedroom, and started on the small spare room, and the lounge, until I couldn't fit into the spaces anymore, and Andrew was too tired to keep going.

Here's Andrew pushing the old wool out of the far side of the spare room (yes, that's a hazmat bag. What! They were cheap! and they're really strong. So what if they shut the tip as soon as they see one!)


Here's the space into the small spare room, clearance height is about 350mm, which I can fit into, but once I'm there I can't do a thing.

Bags and bags of the old wool. It'll stay there until I repitch the roof to straighten ou the dining room. The pile that came out was about a quarter of what went in, and is packed about 1/8 as densely.

A pile of batts ready to head into the Master bedroom and spare room.

Today was a long day of Andrew getting into all the tight spots, and me making sure he was OK and removing the iron to make the air move and to make it easier for hime to get from place to place. I did get to put a bag or two in, in the back room.

Next job, the plinth for the hot water service

Still no baby goats.

Goat Update

I have separated the animals from each other till the kid has come (and probably after).

Winston is getting quite stroppy around Stella so he's in the spare stall and much happier for it.

A quick inspection of Stella's belly found some serious kicking happening around her rib cage. Everything feels like it's pointing the right way.

Not long now!

In other news, the weather was absolutely foul today, 50-70kt winds, snow and very heavy rain. Every mountain along the highway is white. Spectacular!

Weekend in Review

Welly, welly, welly, well....
A goodish weekend of mostly successes.
Animal feeds and shoes procured without difficulty (new shoes!!).
Drove to hobart in the midst of the Saturday morning nuff-nuffs, bit longer than I wanted but there was enough fat in there to make it to country leather (red leather!!) and to the imperial bookshop and the other bookshop who I forget the name of.

The TSO were great as always, although the jazz symphony was a wee bit wanky (I kept expecting roger rabbit to come bouncing across the stage. VERY Warner Bros, meep meep!!).
The new composition "Cloudforms" was spectacular. It was a minimalist work which drew up all sorts of imagery of cirrus and nimbus and then moved on to actual rain, fantastic! The percussionist looked like he was about to drop, but got backed up when the flutes and clarinets put down there instruments and started running a beaten sequence on tiny little bells hanging off their music stands.

The party was OK, I had fun for a while, but then I ran out of talk, and got blanked a few times and a sense of depe isolation set in. Rather than downing the party I left precipitously, went to bed and cried a bit. Shitty really, but I'll cope. At least I know for sure that I left Miss Nipples with a happy smile on her face (In a nice non-oath-breaking kind of way).

The tourney was well fun. Fought much better than last week. I'm almost not ashamed to be seen fighting by the boss next week in the SF Baronial (must find a consort).

Drove home in the thick of the Sunday night shambles and got a vey happy-making text on the way home (thank-you Miss D and J).

Sitting back now, having sparked the fire and looking at the port across the way...

Must contact Piers this week for his hypocras recipe to make a cple of batches in time for the Hunt Event I'm running in September. Plotting and scheming abounds, and I have Baronial approval!

Oh yes! Goat inspection shows a definite movement in Stella's belly, and the kid has dropped and moved forward. Not long now!

3 Roosters, 4 Drakes and one old aviary heading off via freecycle on thurdsay night, to a very worthy receiver.

OMG!!!!

The TSO is doing two of my favorites this year!
On the 15th of September they're doing Holst's "The Planets" as well as a Chopin piece a Bach and an Elgar. Woot! I wonder if I can get centre front on the balcony again...
On the 14th of December it's Messiah, the way it was designed to be done, in a cathedral, with a small choir and cut-down orchestra.

I'm so there!

BTW: Miss D, I'm still jealous that you're getting to see the tall gay man in Lear. You suck!

This weekend goes something like this;

Friday
Evening - Pack the car

Saturday
8:00 Walk around the hill, and sword work (1hr).
9:00 Go and get feeds and my new sneakers.
10:00 Ablute, breakfast, on the road to Hobart.
13:00 Lunch in Hobart, (I wonder id I can get country leather to stay open for me to pick up some leather for a scale cuirass?).
14:30 Meet Miss A at the Federation Concert Hall for a TSO Matinee (I thought matinee had something to do with the morning....).
17:30 Dinner in Claremont
19:00 Drive to Blackmans Bay for Miss Nipples 30th

Sunday
Morning Fighter training/"Casual Tourney"
14:00 Can I make it to be seated in time for the ABC live free concert at the Federation Concert Hall?

21:00 Home and prepare for work on Monday.

Should be a quiet one...

Roadtrippin!

I have most of October off, so I'm hitting the road.

The plan;
Sailing over on the 2nd
2 nights with Mum and Dad
2 nights in Sydney
Some time in Brissie
Christchurch, Wellington, Auckland??
Brissie
A night or two in Newcastle
A night or two in Canberra
Fighter Training in Arrowsreach on the 22nd.
Sailing back on the 23rd

What to do, what to do...

I wonder how many bouts I can fight in that time.....

Midwinter Woot!

Back from my first trip to NZ, where there was midwinter, and stuff and people and weather and fighting and wool!

The whole event was great, although I now know for sure that when it comes to late nights, I'm a complete lightweight. I had at least 8 hours sleep each night.

Met some intruiging folk and saw some spectacular mountains.

Fought in the queens champion tournament and managed to totally psyche myself out and die like a dog. I got into the pickups and everything came as together as could be expected given the 5 month break. The October road trip is looking better and better.

Oh, and Pics!

We went shopping on Monday morning and bought suitable quantities of wool whilst there.

Strange money though.

What's the number of the beast?

What's 10 minus 4?

That'll never get old.

Note to self: Never say the words pink, monster, wrestle and overnight in the same sentence. I'm so very, very blonde.