Meat on its bones

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As I write this, a crew of able-bodied men is filling the walls of the house with blessed cellulose, bringer of R-value.

But who are they?

You’ve waited a long time for the adrenaline-pumping conclusion to this saga, faithful readers, so here it is. Last we talked on this topic, I was looking into what to stuff into the house to make it warmer during the winter, and who to turn to for the act of stuffing. Insulation turned out to be a complicated topic.

Cellulose was an environmentally friendly, effective-sounding choice, made from recycled plant matter.  Foam sounded okay if it wasn’t produced with any planet-killing HFCs. But I wasn’t sure what company would be able to help me out. I called up some of Paul Button’s recommendations, but we in South Berwick were out of their coverage area. (Even the border areas of Maine– i.e., “fake Maine”– can still scare off a New Hampshire-based contractor, it seems.)

Turning to a local business umbrella called the Green Alliance, I found that they had a listing for a company known as the Green Cocoon. Now, this double occurrence of “Green” was enough to assuage my liberal conscience, so I gave the ‘Cocoon a call. Visiting the house, the Cocoon said we should put foam insulation on the attic ceiling (rather than the attic floor, in case we wanted to use the attic for something cool), and on the basement ceiling (including the sill). They use foam partially made from soybeans, so that’s where the green part comes from. And they recommended cellulose for the walls of the house, as well.

Total package: $18,000. Oof.

We could potentially get up to $1500 back through a program called Efficiency Maine (a similar program may exist in your state). But Green Cocoon wasn’t a “registered vendor” or “approved vendor” or whatever Efficiency Maine was calling their little system. Dayum.

Jane gave me a nudge– mightn’t we want to get another estimate, just in case?

Well, a guy that I won’t name here, I called him up. He came by the house, seemed constantly worried that he was going to leave one of his belongings behind, spent a lot of time just staring at the house thoughtfully, and then later e-mailed me that he’d have to visit the house again before he could give an estimate. So… he was making the Green Cocoon look pretty good, but only through incompetence.

Jane says, maybe someone else, please?

We ended up unearthing two more names. One was through a stint we did volunteering as “guards” at some rich guy’s old house in South Berwick during the historical society’s annual Tours of Rich Guys’ Houses Day. (Yes, the tours included at least one house with no actual historical value, but still met the “owned by a rich guy” criterion.) A fellow volunteer mentioned that her husband owned an insulation outfit called Tight House. And walking Burleigh around the grounds of the academy across the street from our house revealed an insulation truck parked there. The academy had hired NorthEast Spray Insulation for work on one of their old buildings.

So we brought both companies around to do their estimates. Tight House, really an alias for one guy, recommended cellulose in the walls, a combination of cellulose and foam on the attic ceiling, and foam on the basement walls up to the sill (where the foundation walls meet the basement ceiling), but not the basement ceiling itself. Hmm. Estimate around $14-$16K. And the foam part would be done by a subcontractor.

NorthEast Spray Insulation recommended cellulose in the walls (a point on which everyone seemed to agree, then), a combination of cellulose and foam on the attic ceiling, and foam on the basement sill, not the ceiling. Maybe foam on the basement walls down the road, but not necessary right away, and not included in the following estimate: almost $19K. So that tops Green Cocoon’s estimate, and it’s actually for less work.

It was official: we’d have to pay out our asses to avoid freezing those same asses during the winter.

Green Cocoon had been in touch in the meantime. They desired our business so much that they actually went through the certification program to become an approved Efficiency Maine vendor. This gave me the warm fuzzies for the company, which also seemed to beat out the other two in terms of price value (in one case) and my own confidence in their work (in the other case). But lingering questions remained.

What was the deal with the basement, anyway? Green Cocoon had recommended insulating the ceiling (including the sill). The other companies recommended not insulating the ceiling, but rather just the sill and potentially the walls. Who was right? The U.S. Department of Energy seemed to agree with the latter: “Even in a house with an unconditioned basement, the basement is more connected to other living spaces than to the outside, which makes basement wall insulation preferable to ceiling insulation.”

Plus, what if the basement got too cold, cut off from the insulated part of the house?

I called Green Cocoon to talk about it. And we ended up decided to do just the sill in the basement. Plus, of course, the attic job and the walls job, but now we were looking at a total of $14K. Meaning only half my savings account instead of two-thirds of it. Progress! We inked the deal and I sent them half up front.

And now here I am, happily sitting in the house as Green Cocoon workers disfigure it from the outside, removing sections of vinyl siding, drilling through the old shingles underneath, and then squirting cellulose into the walls through a hose inserted into the circular holes. Early next month, they’ll do the foam job as phase 2.

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It’s late summer, but there’s been a bite in the air. I feel fall in my bones– can you? This time, though, the dread factor is at like 3 instead of 8 or 9. Because while the bite means fall, and fall means winter, and winter means COLD, I can now be sure that the house will be ready to handle it.

And no more frustrations this time with the local rip-off oil company, or smoke-outs from the cheap pellet stove. I’m going to sign on with a biofuels company and crank up the oil heat. I’m going to be warm, and I’m going to tell that janky-ass Home Depot pellet stove to go fuck itself.

So come on, winter, you icy bitch. I’ve got ya numbah.

(This concludes the insulation chapter of the Fool’s Errand. Perhaps I’ll write more about ways to improve one’s life and save one’s planet again later, but I’ll be getting back to a writing focus now.)

“We could reverse the particle flow through the gate.”

“How?”

“We’ll cross the streams.”

Yesterday we covered ABC: eyeballing the deficiencies in the Attic and Basement. And whatever “C” was supposed to be. So for part 2 of the energy rater visit, we’re going to focus on the actual tools used to get hard numbers about a house’s energy efficiency. And then the costs involved with this bullshit, and how to fix it.

Paul had brought equipment to test how airtight, or rather, how airloose the house was: a blower door and a thermal imager. Top of the line stuff, or so it seemed to me. But we know how much I know.

First I opened all of the interior doors in the house, except for the ones to the attic and basement, as well as the cardboard-sporting door of the stairway closet. And all of the windows were closed already. Paul fitted a canvas covering over the front doorway of the house, rigged with measuring equipment and featuring a round hole in the bottom. He then put a fan in the hole, facing out of the house. This was the blower door setup:

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He started up the fan to push air out of the house and, as a result, lower the interior pressure. The gadget on the door blower compared the pressure of outside with the pressure inside the house. Paul said it would simulate twenty-mile-an-hour winds blowing on the house on all six sides, which would be pretty hard to manage in real life.

Then Paul got out his PKE meter to detect the spirits in the house. Okay, no, it was a thermal imaging device, and he was detecting spots in the house where air was escaping. But, you know, almost the same thing! He walked around holding up the thing and looking through it at walls, the tops of windows, around doorframes, that sort of thing. Here’s a shot of the imager in action:

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Spooky! There’s that invisible, malevolent phenomenon, caught on camera. Darker areas on the device’s screen showed cold spots where air was escaping. In this picture you can see the window in the kitchen that he’s pointing at, and the dark stream coming from the top of the frame.

If the walls had been outfitted with effective insulation, he said, they’d show up on the thermal imaging screen as dark and light stripes. The dark parts would be the beams within the walls, and the light parts would be the insulation between them. But the walls showed up as all dark, meaning no insulation. And then plenty of those darker spots to show where the air we’d so diligently tried to heat was just whistling out through the goddamn wall. To be replaced, of course, by unheated air from outside.

The blower door gave a reading of .98 natural air interchange per hour. Which meant that 98% of the total volume of air in the house is changed every hour under natural conditions. Now, Paul thought there might be a slight error in the calculation– so close to 100% seemed high– but even so, most of the air in the house has changed by the end of each hour that passes. That’s a lot of (warmer) air escaping and a lot of (colder) air coming in.

He gave me an estimate, based on the heating fuel costs thus far that we’ve paid, that we are seeing an annual air leakage cost of $914.21. Now, this number might not be accurate. The truth could be even higher. The data that I gave Paul reflected, in part, the fact that for the last couple of months we have been keeping the thermostat at 50 degrees during the day and 45 degrees overnight. In other words, far colder than we’d prefer to live.

This “lifestyle,” as Paul repeatedly called it, also accounts for the fact that the Home Heating Index number yielded for our house is not very helpful. It’s 6.16, which is considered “energy efficient,” but… we have been living like fucking wildlings to make it that way. If we’d foolishly spent thousands and thousands on heating oil this past winter, even knowing that the house was drafty and leaky, we would have yielded more accurate fuel expenditure data.

Paul estimated that a thorough, professional job of insulating and weathering the house based on what he’d seen would run into the thousands. How many thousands, of course,  depends on who you’re dealing with. But he’s supposed to send a list of reputable contractors, and he suggested joining the Green Alliance, a regional outfit based in Portsmouth, to get more names (and possible discounts).

In the meantime, we can at least defray heating oil costs by going with a cheaper provider– the rate we’ve been paying, $4 a gallon or more, is a ripoff. Paul recommended Simply Green Biofuels for heating oil that’s both more affordable and a little friendlier to the planet. They have a blend called B10 that contains 10% biofuel, made from “locally collected waste vegetable oil.” I.e., the grease that your burger and fries bathed in at the Rusty Hammer before arriving on your plate.

So go ahead, get that second slice of pineapple buffalo chicken pizza at Joe’s on Congress Street. You might just be reducing carbon emissions!

(All right, fact checkers, you win. I don’t know which restaurants Simply Green gets its grease from, I’m just guessing.)

The total cost of Paul Button’s visit? $225. It would have been more if he’d done a full furnace evaluation as well, but that part didn’t seem necessary.

One thing I forgot to mention yesterday– Paul also recommended insulating the ductwork for the furnace, for both the ducts coming from and going to the furnace. Leaky joints decrease the efficiency of the system. And the duct bringing air from outside into the house could be picking up some junk along the way from the air of the basement, like paint can fumes and even radon.

I’ll have to take a break for the next few days from this to do some more catching up in my novel editing.

Why am I droning on about energy efficiency? Check out this entry to see how I’m trying to figure out ways to fight climate change on a personal level.

Also, RIP, Harold Ramis.

“Do you experience feelings of dread in your basement or attic?”

Been feeling a chill? That’s not your imagination. A troubling phenomenon is happening in your home. An unseen force making mischief, costing you money, giving you grief. It’s not a ghost. What is it?

Air infiltration, baby! Air from outside your house is getting inside like a motherfucker. That’s why it’s so cold.

So who’re you gonna call?

Well, an energy rater, of course. You need to find out exactly where and how much leakage is occurring. In my case, I called Paul Button of Energy Audits Unlimited, based out of the city where I grew up, Manchester (once known ironically as “Manch Vegas”), New Hampshire.

He sensed a bad infiltration rate even before breaking out his gadgets, during an initial inspection. When you’re looking to address trouble spots, Paul said, it helps to remember ABC. Attic, basement, and… well, I forgot what C stands for, but I think the A and B were more important. Caulking? Clean the furnace?

The door to the attic, while fitted on its attic-facing side with a layer of insulation, needed more– perhaps a few inches of foam added. And Paul recommended weatherizing the door frame. Right now air just gallops from the bottom of the house  up on through the attic through the “stack effect.”

A peek between the attic floorboards reiterated what I knew: that there’s little insulation down there, and what is there doesn’t do shit. Paul recommended, as a planet-friendly solution, using cellulose insulation under the floor. This type of insulation is made from recycled newspaper.

Insulating under the attic floor– i.e., above the second-floor ceiling of the house– would tighten up the top of the thermal envelope. More on this in a minute.

He then took a look down at the edge of the attic floor and could see down inside the house walls to some extent: noting that they were balloon-frame construction and thus containing little insulation– maybe no insulation at all. This is an older, obsolete type of construction. Which makes sense given that Grover Cleveland was president when our house came into being.

Here, too, cellulose insulation would be helpful. I guess they can just spray it down from the attic into the hollow walls? Paul said that whatever inadequate insulation that might already exist in the walls would simply get pushed down.

Insulating the outer walls of the house would tighten up the sides of the thermal envelope.

What is this envelope? Well, basically the borders of the area that you want to keep heated. If you’ve got a house with two stories of living space, and a basement and attic, you’ll probably want a thermal envelope surrounding those two living-space floors. If you ever wanted to make your attic into livable space– say, converting it into a bar, or, my personal fantasy, into a medieval tavern– you would need to extend the top of that thermal envelope to the attic ceiling. (Or get a couple of oil-filled heaters and pray you don’t start a fire.)

Now, for the bottom of the thermal envelope, we turn to the ceiling and wall-tops of the basement. Paul noted that where the basement ceiling meets the walls (i.e., the walls of the foundation), a lot of air exchange is happening. We should get those areas sealed up.

And then there’s the spiders. We have many. Paul said that if you see a bunch of spider webs near a window, or a wall, or ceiling, that’s usually a telltale sign that air is flowing through that spot. Spiders like to build their webs where they can catch a nice little breeze, because… well? Everybody enjoys a good dose of fresh air? It brings in food? In any case, thanks, little guys. Your function as a draft marker is appreciated. And your days are numbered.

When he saw the oil furnace, he took a moment to appreciate it– as an archaeologist would an artifact. He turned to me with wild eyes and cried, “It belongs in a museum!” Well, no, he didn’t, but that was the general vibe.

The documentation says the furnace is operating at about 83 percent efficiency. Not great. But we can make an improvement to it by having an HVAC company change the nozzle. Currently it’s operating at one gallon per hour; with a smaller nozzle, it could burn, say, .8 gallons per hour. Maybe raising efficiency to 85 percent.

I don’t really understand this stuff, but it seems to make sense, as long as a slower burn rate would still provide the same heating intensity. Maybe it’s two different rates to get the same job done. Well, maybe we should look this up.

Aha! Here is a Department of Energy article on this very topic. Aren’t we learning a lot today?

Still there? Okay. We’re going to have to save for tomorrow’s post the rest of the visit, including the good parts where Paul broke out his energy rater toys (where does he get those wonderful toys?), which will explain both today’s header image and give me justification to use another Ghostbusters reference for the next post’s title (did you catch today’s reference?).

But I’d like to add one more note about the oil furnace before we come up from the basement for air (well, more air than our friends the spiders are currently soaking in). It isn’t just a new nozzle that will help a furnace’s efficiency; it should also be cleaned once a year. Thoroughly cleaned, the kind of cleaning that takes two hours instead of a quick how’s-your-father. Paul called it a “Clean, Tune, and Evaluation,” or CTE (here‘s one nearby state government’s elaboration on what this means, more than you will want to know).

And you’ll want this done by an independent HVAC company– not by the same people who sell you oil. Because… what interest do they have in making your system more efficient? That means they get to sell you fewer gallons of oil. And that don’t make good bidness sense.

One thousand words, children. Hopefully tomorrow’s installment will be less long-winded.

Why am I jawing on about air infiltration and energy efficiency? For Gaia, that’s why. For fucking Lady Gaia. Save the whales. See this post for the beginning of the Fool’s Errand.

She’s Sprung a Leak, Cap’n

smallerblockedupwindowIt was a long winter. A long winter. I think it’s pretty much over (technical labels like “spring” mean nothing up yere in the New E.): we’re in the forties now with some splashes of fifties. The glaciers have receded (mostly). So now I can look back and assess the damage.

I guess I had never really spent a whole winter in an old, drafty house. I grew up in a rotation of anonymous apartments and condos, few of which could be said to have any historical legacy beyond, say, the Roaring Seventies. When Jane and I were looking at houses, I jumped at the chance to live someplace with… y’know, character. The sort of house you could name and not feel like an asshole. We wound up in a house with a turret, built in 1886. Just oozing character.

With all that character, of course, comes challenge. They didn’t hold much truck with insulation back in the day. They believed it was normal to wipe the frost off your blanket in the morning.

So it was a long winter. Kind of like a tribute to the 19th-century heritage of the house. Much oil and many wood pellets burned. Many pairs of thermal underwear worn.

A terrific learning experience. But one I preferred not to repeat. I wanted to make sure that by the time next winter rolled around, the house would be much warmer. I started doing research. Visions of geothermal energy danced in my head. I talked with a guy from an outfit called Energy Squid. He made an appointment to come out for a free estimate and then never showed up.

Undeterred, I called a different geothermal energy company. And then I talked for about twenty minutes with a man there, who recommended— before I do anything else, be it investigating geothermal or solar or rigging a dog-sized hamster wheel in the basement for Burleigh to run on— that the house get an energy audit. Even the most efficient heating system will be wasted on a house full of leaks, y’dig?

Here’s what the windows in the basement look like:

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Yes, Virginia, those are huge effing cracks, and there’s even a piece missing on the outside pane. And you can see in the header image of this post what our solution was for a missing window pane in the door of a cold closet. But there are probably also plenty of less obvious leaks in this vessel.

You need to have your house “right and tight,” as my boss would say, before your heating can do you any good. This makes sense not only for your bank account, but also for the health of the planet, particularly if you’ve been burning a lot of oil (as I have). That’s carbon emissions, baby. The EPA includes sealing and insulating your house as one of the things you can do to fight climate change.

That’s what the energy rater will help us start figuring out when he visits this afternoon.

Why am I rambling on about climate change and house repairs? See this post for the storied beginning of the Fool’s Errand.

At the Helm

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It is a great gift, especially in this day and age, to be able to afford a decent home. Jane and I are extremely lucky to have a house now, especially in the beautiful Seacoast area. Lots of things about the house excite me: the historical touches, the great location, the pool and grounds, the view out the back, the turret (!).

But it is an odd experience, to be sure! Especially after a lifetime of growing up in and then renting apartments and condos.

It’s like you wake up one day and you’re suddenly the captain (or co-captain) of a mighty ship. And you’re like, “Cool, I’ve always had this fantasy of having my own ship!” And you enjoy the view of the sea all around you, with the wind off the water teasing your hair, and the places this ship can take you, and the experience of sitting out on the deck under the stars.

Then you realize… Oh shit, I have to take care of this vessel!  From starboard to port. From stem to stern. From bilge to fo’c’sle. This is a big goddamn ship, and I didn’t even go to captain’s school!

I won’t torture the metaphor any longer. Let me just say that I am extremely grateful to have a co-captain… and cheerful, voluntary help from said captain’s parents, themselves captains of a different ship…

Okay. Really, the metaphor’s going away now. Back on dry land.