Manijeh and Orin have gone to Florida for a month and a half to visit family while I get the house buttoned up and livable.

After a little back and forth with the building department, I’ve settled on a plan, albeit a complicated and difficult one to accomplish.

The usual plan of attack for ceilings and insulation (in a round house such as ours) takes place before the metal roofing goes on. It is far, FAR easier to tackle it all from above. Unfortunately in our rush to get the house out together while we had the help, no one was there to say “Whoa, WHOA! You gotta stop and think this through.”

Be nice and just let me chalk it up to inexperience.

So I rented 25′ of scaffolding and bought 2400sqft of R19 recycled denim insulation. The county requires an R value of 38 for ceilings such as ours. Since there is no R38 denim, I chose to double up on R19 and use a plastic “cardboard” as the vapor barrier. Yes… plastic. There seemed no way around the use of plastic if I want to ever get the thing permitted.

With the help of a friend, I also installed cardboard (of the paper variety) baffles to keep insulation from bunching up and covering the vents above the top plate.


After enlisting the help of friends and neighbors, we knocked out the insulation in about a week. The denim was cut using a circular saw and a jig (template) I made out of plywood.



We cut 108 wedges for the 54 rafter bays and installed them from top to bottom in “pizza slices” with a hard plastic “crust” and two layers of delicious cotton “toppings”.



After that came the tongue and groove which took another week or so of on and off work. Excruciating tedium.


But it does look lovely.


Our cook stove is installed, inspected and approved by the county. Hooray!

This is the Pioneer Princess which we ordered from Lehman’s. The guys at TrueGorge Spas installed it. Nice fellows. I highly recommend them.


We’re still waiting for the warming closet which sits atop this lovely lady. The original shipment arrived damaged. But… I’m ready for a toasty fire now!

Wildfires keep cropping up. We, the Appleton Fire Department, recently got paged out at midnight for what was almost certainly the result of yet another arson.


I returned home at 4am covered in soot and reeking of what I have come to think of as “fireman ass” which is a combination of sweat, smoke, mud, and diesel fumes. Usually I shower. I chose instead to spread my gear in a rough line from the front door to the bed where I collapsed face down, instantly asleep with the door still ajar.

I’m not an especially cruel man, but with all that’s going on – running a startup business, building a house, raising a three year old, preparing for another baby, and trying to plan for future permaculture endeavors – I sincerely hope the culprit is located soon and forced to endure a never ending series of Hallmark Movie Marathons.