We got up and got cracking on the insulation. Unfortunately, the machine that is used to blow in the insulation had some issues. It appears that the blower was not strong enough to blow the insulation through the tubing, which in turn caused the feed to shut down. After the 3rd breakdown, I got impatient.
We tried to call Lowe's. I asked for the operator, but they insisted on knowing why I was calling (automation). When I answered equipment rental, the automatied voice explained that they did not rent equipment. So. Tim drove over.
I'm pretty goal oriented, and so inefficiency bugs the snot out of me.
Tim came back with new hoses. He said, "I couldn't get anyone to wait on me, and so I just took the hoses." I guess I'm wasn't the only irritated person.
We tried the new hoses, but the hopper still wasn't feeding the fluff through, so we loaded it all up and took it back to Lowes. They apologized. We got our deposit back. That's all. The guy said, "So did you get done?"
Tim said, "No. We will have to get a machine that works someplace." I swear to you. That man is so patient. I kept my mouth shut because I really wasn't feeling all that patient.
So that's the that. We're not done, and we don't know when we'll get done.
Last Friday, I was making spareribs for Tim's birthday. I was draining the grease which splashed. In my rush to set the pan down, I splashed myself again. 3rd degree burns upon my person. To add to my surliness, leaning over that hopper I managed to burst those blisters, which made a bad day infinitely worse.
Sometimes the best thing about a day is that it ends.