Fact: While you may hear people bemoaning the nighttime cacophony in their old home, those creaks aren’t all that likely to be related to the age of the house. The sounds are more likely to result from temperature and humidity changes inside your home, explains Alex Berezowski, owner and general manager of The Foundation Experts. “Wood is porous and can expand and contract with changes in temperature and humidity. During the wintertime, wood flooring tends to contract, and in the summer, it often expands,” says Berezowski, who notes that if your home’s relative humidity isn’t between 35 and 55 percent, you’re more likely to hear creaks.
We had quite a night last night; sleeping with a catheter is not something I want to do every day! I did get seven hours straight and then woke up to a slightly wet spot; good thing we had mattress protectors on! I cleaned up and headed to the kitchen for my morning coffee.
Scout took me outside to see Carlos (our landscaper) and Gary (our mason) and see the progress. It looks amazing. We have a garden, all we need is dirt!
Gary is installing the draining system, and Carlos is moving plants from the patio to the rear of the property.
Most of the day, I moved SLOWLY around the house. Then my pride and joys showed up! Joe and Colleen got the first part of the whole house fan started, but we called for reinforcements; Zachary joined the fray.
Joe and Zachary worked amazingly together as a team; the two had the fan up and running in minutes!
Colleen assisted her brother!
Joe made the incision in the side of the wall to the left of the stairs, and the rest was easy!
Perfect fit!
Sometimes in the annals of history, extraordinary photos are taken, and the following is one of those; it is titled “Joe’s Reads The Instructions!”
Zachary got the outside job!
“Joe! I am holding it but it weighs 500 pounds!”
If you listen carefully, you can hear him talking to himself…. listen… “No way, can’t e done, oh, I get it.”
Scout helped by blocking the door so that when the fan comes on, little children would not be lifted from the sidewalk and rushed into the house.
Scout offered to block the air from coming in the door when the fan was on; he was so considerate!
Just an hour later, I heard a rush of air, and my shirt slipped off my magnificently proportioned body; the whole house fan was on.
Seven thousand cubic feet per minute; the entire house air is replaced every four minutes!
The boys were in the attic, and there was a snowstorm of recently blown-in insulation, and the attic’s entrance slammed shut!
The air movement was terrific; I opened the window in the master bedroom, and as I walked through the door, I was hit in the butt by the door!
Wow, this will be great at the end of the day! As soon as the outside temperature drops a few degrees below the inside, we push the button and instantly get a change of air!!
Colleen, Robin, and Mary went to a craft fair in Garden Grove. Mary did NOT want to go, but I insisted, she had been taking care of me for the past week, and it was time for her to go out with the girls.
Oh dear, lock the garage!!
They returned with bags of goodies, and we sat with Joe and talked for 45 minutes before Jor had to depart!
Mary tells a joke to the girls, “An Amish man and his son are at a mall. They’re taken aback as they look around. The son points to an elevator and asks his father, “What is that?” The man says, “I don’t know, son, but let’s watch.” An old, fat woman gets on, and the metal doors slide shut. A few moments later, the doors slide open, and a gorgeous young blonde gets off. The man turns to his son and says, “Go get your mother.”
We almost had a skull, but Colleen saved us!
Do you know what’s great about being a skull? You don’t need no body!
Mary fixed some homemade chili, and Robin, Mary, and I devoured it. Colleen was being careful of her tummy since she had to ride the airplane Sunday.
I kept looking at Mary and thought to myself, “My dream woman has a special combination of inner and outer beauty and is, most importantly, too naive to know she’s way out of my league.”
Mary put me to bed as I am still connected to “Baggie”, my little friend. He is such a collector!
