So off the top. I'm not an Eco-Nazi. It's not all my way or the highway here. The title might be Tree Hugger but that doesn't mean that I have hair down to my waist, dreadlocks, and wear tye-dye all the time. Just on special occasions. You don't have to even hug trees. I mean , you can if you want to; however they tend to be rough and scratchy. The house that I plan on greenorvating (if not a word then it is now) was built around 1958 or '48, I can't remember which. It's located in the North Texas area of the country and is subject to all the whims of the plains, including allergies. This poor domicile is a true example of inefficient design. I take that back. It was perfectly lovely in its day when you could open the windows with the screens in place (now missing), which would allow the air to move either north to south or vise-versa. Said house is approx. 1400 sqft. and shaped like a rectangle with a dividing wall running east to west bisecting it neatly like my very own Mason-Dixon line. The exterior doors, one to the east and the other to the west, are hollow core. That's right, you can punch a hole in them if you like.
But that's another story.
The windows are single pane and the insulation is so thin the rafters in the ceiling stand out like ribs. If I were to take Rudolf Nureyev up there, he would cry tears of joy. There are many more ills to be explored, however, to do so in the dead of winter is just not fair to those suffering from SAD.
The thought here is change. Which will entail repairs and BEYOND!!
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