I had a very tiring weekend. I got the acclaim to crap fixed, picked up a bed from Jill’s family, entertained many-a-guest, and did quite a bit of home improvement.
and that is where my story begins. Jesse and I were deep into our to-do list putting insulation on our heating pipes in the basement.
As you can see from the following diagram, there are two very sketchy holes in the wall of our basement.
I would like to refer to these rooms as ‘sketch room #1’ and ‘sketch room #2’. Each of these rooms had a two heating pipes that led into them and up through the floor to heat our foyer and music room. They needed insulation, and as I have a smaller build than Jesse, I was the obvious choice for the job.
I climbed into ‘sketch room #1’ first. And really, it wasn’t that sketchy. the floor was dirt, but there was enough room for me to comfortably scoot underneath each heating pipe and insulate it, and there was enough light for the job. It was quick.
Sketch room #2 was extremely frightening. Pitch dark. Hundreds of cobwebs laced with dead spiders and egg sacks filled the space. Glass and nails stuck up out of the uneven dirt floor. The ceiling was low and the trash and mud seemed to move as my flashlight flitted over them. I needed to focus all my energy on the task at hand and keep my mind as far away from the creatures that were undoubtedly crawling up my legs. I kept expecting to see human bones half buried in the dirt.
Our house is awesome.