Saturday, October 22, 2022

Addictive

So now my husband is fascinated with spray foam insulation and wants to use it everywhere. He says the quiet in the basement now is amazing, since the drywall isn't up yet, and the insulation absorbs sound waves. A sensory deprivation tank. The perfect spot to meditate. That sort of quiet where your ears feel full of cotton.

Someone once pointed out how quiet Amish homes are, because you don't get that constant background hum of electric appliances. That's the sort of quiet I want.

I could see this spray foam stuff being especially useful for our garage back in the city, both for warmth and for sound-dampening. It's where my husband practices his bagpipes, so both qualities would be welcome.

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