We live in a giant Italianate Victorian which is right on the town common of a tiny town in the middle of nowhere, Massachusetts. It’s a lovely house (which we never could have afforded anywhere closer to civilization), but it does have some quirks relating to its age. Including original windows, and, well… haphazard insulation. We had the fun of replacing the last of the knob and tube wiring this summer, and since it’s promising to be a heck of a winter here in the Northeast (there’s already snow on the ground) we figured that this weekend was the best possible time to get some of the winter chores done–including storm windows, replacing the gutter that Sandy took down, and insulating around the sill in the basement.
The storm windows are particularly fun, as they’re the full-height ones that have to be put on with a screwdriver and a pair of pliers. Still, getting them up was easier than getting them off… and now it’s done, and my living room is already appreciably warmer.
Winterizing: a photo essay!
The window hardware. Yes, those are the original working shutters, and if Somebody had not painted and nailed them into place, we could use them to shut the house up in case of blizzards and so forth. I’m sort of sad we don’t have that option.
Beth fixes the weather stripping on one of the storms:
Here’s Beth on the second floor, putting in a storm.
The Ginsu 2000! Ideal tool for slicing rodent-resistant insulation. (We used Roxul, which is so much nicer than fiberglass.)
Beth clambers over a tool shelf:
Me, in my protective gear.
The insulating process:
(The hat was getting in the way.)
RESULT! Beth has magic insulation-trimming powers. She’s MUCH better at it than I am.
And for those who could care less about home improvement, here’s a picture of the Giant Ridiculous Dog hugging the pterodactyl Sarah Monette gave him, while chewing on his bone.
I’ll be reading at Pandemonium tonight at seven pm, by the way.