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I should, at some point tomorrow, go to the nearest home depot and buy enough additional Reflectix that I can fully insulate the yurt with it.
Pros: easy enough to do, it’s not that expensive.
Cons: One more thing to take down when I take down the yurt.
HOWEVER, the stuff weighs nothing, it’s bubble wrap only more rigid, and mice are disinterested in it, so actually it’s a superior solution to quilted linings, and anyway I should have that rigid radiant barrier between the canvas and the quilting because it’s also a moisture barrier and it’ll keep the quilting from getting damp.
Yeah… I should do that.
Yesterday B-I-L got a text from his mother. “I’m on my way,” she wrote. She had planned to visit in summer sometime. Summer spooled out, no visit. He gave her a list of weeks when my folks wouldn’t be around, when I wouldn’t be around, times they could really use an extra set of hands. No visit. Most recently, he’d asked if she could come last week, since my mother and father’d be out of town and so they were a little short on child care. She’d said she might not be able to make it but she’d be there by the weekend probably.
Well, this is another part of the reason I got the yurt. Doesn’t matter if she shows up while I’m still here. It takes her two days to arrive, so at least they have that notice when she shows up. Sometimes she doesn’t text right when she leaves, though, so they get a text like, “I’m in Ohio!” and BIL has to be like, “why are you in Ohio”. There was one occasion where he was like “well it’s nice that you’re in Ohio but I’m in South Carolina so I hope you’re not in Ohio on your way to visit me, because I’m not there, like I told you I wasn’t going to be.”
Awkwardly, there’s a Big Fancy Shindig on Thursday night that they’re going to with mom and dad and I’d agreed to stay home and watch the baby. Presumably, her other grandmother will be wanting to spend time with her that night, so– I said no worries, I’d find something to do– like maybe go to Home Depot in Rensselaer and pick up some insulation– but they’re trying to see if I can still get a ticket to Fancy Dinner. I’m sort of like… can we see the whites of Nana’s eyes first, make sure she’s actually going to show up, before we make any arrangements? but anyway.
At least I brought a dress to wear; I’ve started always packing one on speculation now. You Never Know when you’re going to be required to look presentable.
Oh I don’t think I have any presentable shoes. Welp!
I should, at some point tomorrow, go to the nearest home depot and buy enough additional Reflectix that I can fully insulate the yurt with it.
Pros: easy enough to do, it’s not that expensive.
Cons: One more thing to take down when I take down the yurt.
HOWEVER, the stuff weighs nothing, it’s bubble wrap only more rigid, and mice are disinterested in it, so actually it’s a superior solution to quilted linings, and anyway I should have that rigid radiant barrier between the canvas and the quilting because it’s also a moisture barrier and it’ll keep the quilting from getting damp.
Yeah… I should do that.
Yesterday B-I-L got a text from his mother. “I’m on my way,” she wrote. She had planned to visit in summer sometime. Summer spooled out, no visit. He gave her a list of weeks when my folks wouldn’t be around, when I wouldn’t be around, times they could really use an extra set of hands. No visit. Most recently, he’d asked if she could come last week, since my mother and father’d be out of town and so they were a little short on child care. She’d said she might not be able to make it but she’d be there by the weekend probably.
Well, this is another part of the reason I got the yurt. Doesn’t matter if she shows up while I’m still here. It takes her two days to arrive, so at least they have that notice when she shows up. Sometimes she doesn’t text right when she leaves, though, so they get a text like, “I’m in Ohio!” and BIL has to be like, “why are you in Ohio”. There was one occasion where he was like “well it’s nice that you’re in Ohio but I’m in South Carolina so I hope you’re not in Ohio on your way to visit me, because I’m not there, like I told you I wasn’t going to be.”
Awkwardly, there’s a Big Fancy Shindig on Thursday night that they’re going to with mom and dad and I’d agreed to stay home and watch the baby. Presumably, her other grandmother will be wanting to spend time with her that night, so– I said no worries, I’d find something to do– like maybe go to Home Depot in Rensselaer and pick up some insulation– but they’re trying to see if I can still get a ticket to Fancy Dinner. I’m sort of like… can we see the whites of Nana’s eyes first, make sure she’s actually going to show up, before we make any arrangements? but anyway.
At least I brought a dress to wear; I’ve started always packing one on speculation now. You Never Know when you’re going to be required to look presentable.
Oh I don’t think I have any presentable shoes. Welp!
