"What a Difference a Day Made" was originally written in 1934 in Spanish by "María Grever" and entitled "Cuando Vuelva A Tu Lado". The translated Dinah Washington version is the one I know and love though. It is also commonly known as "What a Difference a Day Makes". I've been humming it to myself as I laugh back at my day's work…
I decided today was going to be the day that I finally rented the blow-in-insulation machine, and with the assistance of my nephew, insulate our drafty kitchen. I already had a couple holes in the wall showing no insulation whatsoever. And so it began with cramming the dirty machine and as many bundles as possible into my hatchback, discovering on the way home that this material was pervasive. Despite being encased in plastic it still floated in the air of my black car.
Once arriving home, we emptied the kitchen because I was certain this was to be a messy messy day. I was right.
My nephew and I started drilling holes, and much to my shock and awe, most of the kitchen was already insulated with blown in insulation. How could this be? There was no indication of it! There was no signs. The kitchen is still very drafty! We drilled holes only to find 5 places that appeared without insulation. We quickly learned why this is a job you should hire other people to do.
It is messy. The little bits of insulation get everywhere and it is easy to accidental start coating the entire room and yourself with the stuff. I spent just as much, if not more time cleaning up, compared to drilling the holes and blowing the insulation.
It is annoying. The hoses clog with little effort and I think we spent more time unclogging them than actually blowing in insulation. It is also very loud and despite my yelling for my nephew to stop, he could not hear. We devised a rope I would pull that would tip a bucket over to indicate when I need him to stop. It worked, most of the time.
In the end we used most of one package of insulation to insulate what was not already insulated. I am happy that is the case, and yet if I had known I would never had done it. One of my least favorite parts though was when I returned the machine, it was hot, so I opened the windows on my car. It took a few minutes before I realized some of the excess white insulation left over in the machine had started to blow around my black interior car, like a snow globe. Ahhh!!! Oh the fun I had vacuuming up little pieces of insulation from every surface and crevice!
What a difference a day made. What you think will happen vs what actually does. The wisdom that comes from experience. The joy in knowing I never need to do this again (at least not in this house which is now fully insulated). Ultimately this bring G and I another step closer to a kitchen that doesn't look like a crappy version of a late 1960s kitchen. How romantical!
PS: Anyone crazy enough to try to use blown in insulation and install it yourself (like me), read this. It helped me, and warned me, and yet I did it anyway!
Maybe I hit my head too hard last night on that duct in the basement? Jazz, here by the great Miles Davis, sounds like it is making sense today and other music doesn't sound quite right. Usually I have trouble with jazz. I respect it but I have trouble getting into it. It is entirely possible my reality is forever altered though and this is only the tip of the crazy… er… iceberg. Or maybe that concussion I should've gotten last weekend has finally arrived? Who knows! And really… so what?!
Supposed to be home by 10 PM and now it is 4 AM? Yeah. Good luck with the whole "we fell asleep during the movie" line. People didn't believe it then, and they don't believe it now!
I would like to understand how Patsy Cline's "Walkin' After Midnight" is the song stuck in my head first thing in the morning? Seriously random brain activity I think.
I do wonder if I was radio DJing real time would I be a good DJ following each song with a perfectly contrasting or complementing song? Or would I just be all over the place? Sometimes I think I should give it a whirl and try to get into one of the local radio stations, probably in the 2 to 4 AM slot given my experience. I'm guessing though I will never actually put in the time to find out and even if I did the station would constrain me far more than I would like.
There is one radio station I listen to on occasion named "Fickle 93.3 – We Play Everything". They are telling the truth. They are all over the place, which I appreciate. It is nice because if you're not in the mood for the current song, the next one is sure to be totally different. However there is no artistry to it. I might as well just put all my music on shuffle. I like a little "this leads to this" or "this is different than that but yet they still go together back to back" on my radio, just like on my mixes. (Heh… I almost wrote "mix tape". What is this? 1991?)
Because an entire day separates most of my posts it comes as no surprise to me that I am all over the place. Following Pony Pony Run Run with Patsy Cline. Sure! Why not?! It is only natural.