Step 1: List a bag off the stacks and open it into wheelbarrow.
Step 2: Break up insulation. Matthew was not allowed to karate chop them anymore after he accidentally karate chopped my wrist. :b
Step 3: Load hopper. Sweat. A lot. Mark is in the attic on the other end of that green hose.
Step 4: Take break to breathe, drink water, and groan in agony. These shots were early on. We looked much worse later.
Repeat steps 1 through 4 for the 6½ hours that it took to blow in 80 bags of insulation. (We returned 20.)
We do not have a shot of the time the hose, which we had duct taped to the blower because it had the wrong fittings, came off after about the third bag, exploding insulation all over the wall and everything that was sitting by the wall. Fortunately, the blower was relatively empty at that point or it could have made a much worse mess. I put heavy duty plastic zip ties over the duct tape once I got it put back together, and, thankfully, it held up through the rest of the process.
The initial plan was to have Kaylee help with breaking up the insulation, but wearing a dust mask freaked her out, so she hid out behind the stacks of insulation. I gave her the camera and told her she could take as many shots as she wanted. I knew about the shots above (I took the one of Mark; I think she took the rest), but I was surprised to find the ones below. LOL
Eventually, Kaylee went inside, coming out whenever she heard the blower shut off, to clean up the empty bags and bring us water or whatever else we needed. She was a terrific helper. :)
I have to say I can’t remember the last time I sweated that much, did that much physical labor, or hurt that bad. I was a total pretzel for the next two days. It was an agony I hope to never repeat. But we got through it. And it does seem to have helped with the air conditioner being able to keep up and keep the house more comfortable on these hot Texas summer afternoons. :)