I’m being pestered by some old and new friends to write more. OK. I just did! In actuality, there has been much going on inside the joint and the siding outside is coming along nicely too. I recently viewed the Canadian video Passchendaele, starring the latest ladies, screen heart throb, Paul Gross as Michael Dunne. The chapter title here, is my way of giving this WWI Canadian saga its due.
Nearing the end of the flick, Michael speaks to why we [humans] go to war so much. “We’re good at it as we keep doing it. We keep doing it because we’re good at it.” That about sums up why a man well into his 60’s, is out in the cold lovin’ nailing on vertical siding and building, ’cause it’s my calling to be creative and see Beauty.
These apartment complexes are within the municipality of Kentville, at the corner of Belcher and Middle Dyke Rds. If we as a society want to do our part to lower our carbon footprint, then it behooves us to think about the heating and cooling loads we suffer occupants to endure, rather than to set aside the maximum number of units allowable on any given new lot. Then again it behooves those in office whether at the municipal or planning stage, to set the ground work by amending policy to prevent this sort of mindless building from continuing to be carried out. This is not a rant, as many feel we as a culture have gone well past the tipping point as CC goes. If you don’t know what CC is, then you’ve not been paying attention. Asleep at the wheel? Sucking on the oyster is no apology either!
The driveway is now repaired since it would tear the front end out of the snow plows truck.
This was the only damage on the 5A parcel. It is considerable as there are only 4 large hemlocks remaining. They are not a strong tree. Back in ON, I recall they alone suffered tremendously from shakes or the splitting of the wood concentrically between annular rings. Perhaps I can use what remains for the Pi portal at the main entrance. More on that Pi thingy a little later.
This is a tad off what I am doing. It shows how far NS is behind ON as my friends Barry and Catherine in Indian River, outside of Pebo, have contracted with ON hydro and their ilk @ $0.88/kWh. Here in NS, the electorate voted for change with Mr. Dexter and all they get is more of the same. Wrapped around Emera’s fingers.
Whether or not we are at the tipping point, past it, or near it is moot. What is needed is a concerted effort on the part of those who can, to set the pace. As per usual, it is not government that sets the pace but the populace. Real change comes from a ground swell. That’s why Obama can do nothing and why Egypt is in flames as of this writing. My own belief, is that McGuinty and his crowd, were running scared that with all the Free Trade deals that they were forced into with the US. Would it deprive the province of a continued supply? Electricity is an essential human need no different in kind than fresh pure trinkin vaser. Try to live without it? McGuinty likely buckled to concerted pressure from . . . who the hell really knows? They must’ve figured there would not be enough juice to run the kettles and stoves of the province. But that was before the proverbial ‘sheet hit the fan’; the economy collapsed, never to be in growth mode again. Mother Earth cannot tolerate this mindset any longer. All we can do now is watch and gawk into our big HD screens.
Now if I knew how to post an edited video . . .
The flags of New Scotland fully unfurled welcome me back to my new home after a Christmas junket to ON.
The heap of snow is caused by the steel roof sloughing off the snow, as the slightly darkish grey colour, absorbs heat from the sun, melting the slide, almost like a mini avalanche.
The purpose of the double studding on this wall is to lesson sound transmission of machine noise from the workshop into the rest of the building. One may also notice the double studding on the shop/garage wall as well. There we are separating the conditioned area, i.e., the shop, from the non-ventilated unconditioned area of the single bay garage. Also note the horizontal 2×2 strapping on this wall to reduce puncturing the vapour barrier.
Behind this wall is the food storage cold room. It has its own passive air flow system. This wall was blown with cellulose and is under the 3lb. pressure density to eliminate settling.
The purpose of insulation here, is to isolate noise within the bathrooms. Anyone throwing a whiz or squeezing her bladder, ought to have sonic privacy unless they are an exhibitionist and leave the door open. In the old days, we just threw the fan switch, masking our bawdily affairs. No longer as individual room fans have been replaced with a central fan in this case a sophisticated HRV. More on that Fantech unit later when it gets installed. The interior insulation is all about reducing sound transmission for privacy of occupants on both sides of the partitions.
We have to pay a tipping fee to take building scraps to the land fill. So we are speaking here of the gas to truck the stuff to the tip. Wear and tear on vehicles for those repeated trips. Since drywall is based on a rock, i.e., gypsum, why not insert the scraps into the hollow stud cavities before they are completely boxed in. Why? Because this adds thermal mass to the building envelope. The more mass a building has, the longer it takes to cool down and conversely, the sooner it can step back up to the comfortable temperature setting of 68F or 18C. Why indeed. Could this step too, be written into all building codes? Why not?
Here, Anthony and Andrew are installing the second layer of drywall as thermal mass on metal resilient or sound channel to the entire inside conditioned area. ‘Nuff said? Any protest? Like I’ve been saying on this blog; not cheap as all the $$ gets put in up front.
Yah, OK, so I’ll have to provide custom made, wider door jambs. Minor detail. My profession is a has-been cabinetmaker. It shouldn’t be that much of a deal. No need to justify all the woodworking machinery to do it with either.
Think I ought to submit this for the TV show; “How it was Done”?
And the other Steve in my life, here shown givin’ the wall a good screwin’. Now who would’ve thought?
Thermal mass for the double drywall. Strapping as a ‘conduit’ channel for exterior wiring as well as plumbing for outside taps. All the cutoff foam scraps from the excess squeeze out are also jammed back into the empty cavities. Why throw them into a landfill? Isn’t this all about awareness? Just what are you doing, to help ensure a fine life for those who come after us?
Images here for a spell. The low expansion foam seals the window and rough stud opening from air and moisture penetration. The foam however *does not* adhere to the 6ml poly vapour barrier. The green painter’s tape protects the finished window jamb from being etched by the wet foam as the excess expands out of the joint. 2/3’s of a pun, PU!
Crack fillers? Now which NS buddy thought of this phrase anyway? Yah, I know, I have a displaced mind. Notice I did not say dirty. Where I’m from, we were much more diplomatic referring to the mud application as taping. Too many double entendres I could dream of here to speak to. Hope you’re having as much fun reading this as I am writing it. If not, too bad! ():>)
The sills will be 1-1/4″ poplar, which is currently being stored wrapped and taped in poly, in a neighbour’s barn. There will be a polar apron under the sill. C’est tout.
Isn’t it nice to be colour coordinated? Now image what could have gone astray had my long johns not been appropriately tinted? Ever realized why Stanfield’s of Truro, NS long underwear is referred to as Long Johns? Well, before you go off in search of messieurs Google and company, allow me a Wikileak: In the 1890’s, there was a bare fisted boxer from Boston, John L. Sullivan, whose ring attire was long underwear. His name stuck. No one really knows if these are the facts though. Last month after watching a bio of our very own, finest author Farley Mowat, Farley stated with that characteristic twinkle in his eye; “Never let the facts get in the way of the truth.”
Until next time then,
I Am, John Otvos aka jayöh.