When my brother-in-law told me how he’d added bats of insulation to their attic in Portland, I was all “Oh I could totally do that myself in our house!”. And I fully intended to, too. Really and truly I did.
But then on our anniversary, after Karl’s family left from their annual visit, I decided to climb up in to the attic to (1) see how difficult it would be to move around up there, and (2) solve the mystery of what was in a cardboard box that we could see sitting on a rafter about halfway down the length of our house.
This short adventure involved scooting around on my tush, navigating a few small pieces of plywood to keep from crashing through the ceiling, inhaling far too much insulation dust, narrowly avoiding a tetanus infection from all of the rusty nails that poke through the very low roof (nails that are holding down the roof tiles, I presume) and
Umm, it was a @%$(*#! box of…LOOSE INSULATION. Are you freaking kidding me?? Really? A box of insulation?!?
And really, other than having to pay an extra $250 to have them repair some stupid stuff up there, the cost of hiring someone was really comparable to if I’d just gone to Lowes or Home Depot and turned this in to a DIY project.
Now, does anyone have a good but relatively cheap plumber?? I want to replace our plumbing next!