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> Unlike fiberglass, mineral wool acts like clay when you pack it into gaps and holes. You can shape it with your hands, and it stays put. You can pack it into the end of a ceiling joist bay to insulate the rim joist, for example, or around HVAC ducts.
Swedish Platform FrammingDid anyone else read or notice the Swedish Platform Framing Gregory posted. Insulation is just a part of our issues. I didn't quite get the split lower sill? How many pieces are there and that is the only thermal bridge but a weak one? 3, 2 outer and a center "tongue and groove" So the center one is being used as an alignment tool for a prefabbed wall? If you don't run a chase you just strap the joist with a ribbon metal strap and you have a rim joist I didn't get that?
"Attached to the wall is a plywood plate, with the rest of the sill plate. This is like a tongue and groove joint, which allows our anchoring, and the sole plate of the wall above to be one in the same. It also permits the wall to be positioned precisely on the foundation when the sill plate is installed, not when a wall panel is dangling from a crane. The wall keys into the sill plate and its in the right position. If you were site building this you would use a solid sill. Inboard of this is a sill plate for the floor joists. Walls using an interior wiring chase tie the joists to the studs using the first 2x2 furring member(5). Walls without the interior wire chase use a rim joist, or ribbon tie let into the joists tops as is common with plate nailed floor trusses. Ok. Did we follow that? One sill plate. No sole plate. No rim joist insulation space. Wall batts continue all the way to the sill plate uninterrupted. The vapor retarder/barrier(6) also continues all the way to the wall sill uninterrupted. This is huge when you are trying to create a continuous vapor retarder, and huge that we can make a consistent insulation cavity all the way to the sill. And we are keeping count of thermal bridges, right -1 "
This HomeBuddy crock is 3.8L (1 gallon). The moat has a deep water groove but the inner wall is not much higher than the outer wall. Comes with a wooden pounder. The weights are not glazed. Handles are large and easy to grip.
The large variety and styles of crocks sold by the Stone Creek Trading family-owned business are well worth a look. They are handcrafted with the rich, abundant local clay by artisans in the Boleslawiec region of Poland.
Hazelcombe Farm imports fermenting crockpots from Zaklady Ceramiczne Boleslawiec, Poland. They are high-quality ceramics made of porcelain clay with a food-safe glaze, guaranteed to be lead and cadmium free.
Onggi pots are what are normally used to make kimchi. They are traditionally made from clay and sand but are now usually made from ceramic. They are fired in a kiln which leaves them with tiny pores. These tiny pores allow the kimchi inside the pot to breathe while making it watertight to achieve proper fermentation.
The container is made from high-quality durable polypropylene plastic mixed with 7-10% natural clay to create very fine pores. This keeps the food fresh while preventing harmful (aerobic) bacteria from thriving.
That night I slept badly. In the morning I was first-comer to the bridge as Ilived nearest. I hid my books in the long grass near the ashpit at the end ofthe garden where nobody ever came and hurried along the canal bank. It was amild sunny morning in the first week of June. I sat up on the coping of thebridge admiring my frail canvas shoes which I had diligently pipeclayedovernight and watching the docile horses pulling a tramload of business peopleup the hill. All the branches of the tall trees which lined the mall were gaywith little light green leaves and the sunlight slanted through them on to thewater. The granite stone of the bridge was beginning to be warm and I began topat it with my hands in time to an air in my head. I was very happy.
There was nobody but ourselves in the field. When we had lain on the bank forsome time without speaking I saw a man approaching from the far end of thefield. I watched him lazily as I chewed one of those green stems on which girlstell fortunes. He came along by the bank slowly. He walked with one hand uponhis hip and in the other hand he held a stick with which he tapped the turflightly. He was shabbily dressed in a suit of greenish-black and wore what weused to call a jerry hat with a high crown. He seemed to be fairly old for hismoustache was ashen-grey. When he passed at our feet he glanced up at usquickly and then continued his way. We followed him with our eyes and saw thatwhen he had gone on for perhaps fifty paces he turned about and began toretrace his steps. He walked towards us very slowly, always tapping the groundwith his stick, so slowly that I thought he was looking for something in thegrass.
After a long while his monologue paused. He stood up slowly, saying that he hadto leave us for a minute or so, a few minutes, and, without changing thedirection of my gaze, I saw him walking slowly away from us towards the nearend of the field. We remained silent when he had gone. After a silence of a fewminutes I heard Mahony exclaim:
Every morning I lay on the floor in the front parlour watching her door. Theblind was pulled down to within an inch of the sash so that I could not beseen. When she came out on the doorstep my heart leaped. I ran to the hall,seized my books and followed her. I kept her brown figure always in my eye and,when we came near the point at which our ways diverged, I quickened my pace andpassed her. This happened morning after morning. I had never spoken to her,except for a few casual words, and yet her name was like a summons to all myfoolish blood.
She stood among the swaying crowd in the station at the North Wall. He held herhand and she knew that he was speaking to her, saying something about thepassage over and over again. The station was full of soldiers with brownbaggages. Through the wide doors of the sheds she caught a glimpse of the blackmass of the boat, lying in beside the quay wall, with illumined portholes. Sheanswered nothing. She felt her cheek pale and cold and, out of a maze ofdistress, she prayed to God to direct her, to show her what was her duty. Theboat blew a long mournful whistle into the mist. If she went, tomorrow shewould be on the sea with Frank, steaming towards Buenos Ayres. Their passagehad been booked. Could she still draw back after all he had done for her? Herdistress awoke a nausea in her body and she kept moving her lips in silentfervent prayer.
Suddenly he saw them coming towards him. He started with delight and, keepingclose to his lamp-post, tried to read the result in their walk. They werewalking quickly, the young woman taking quick short steps, while Corley keptbeside her with his long stride. They did not seem to be speaking. Anintimation of the result pricked him like the point of a sharp instrument. Heknew Corley would fail; he knew it was no go.
The child stopped for an instant, had a spasm of fright and began to scream. Hejumped up from his chair and walked hastily up and down the room with the childin his arms. It began to sob piteously, losing its breath for four or fiveseconds, and then bursting out anew. The thin walls of the room echoed thesound. He tried to soothe it but it sobbed more convulsively. He looked at thecontracted and quivering face of the child and began to be alarmed. He countedseven sobs without a break between them and caught the child to his breast infright. If it died!...
When she got outside the streets were shining with rain and she was glad of herold brown waterproof. The tram was full and she had to sit on the little stoolat the end of the car, facing all the people, with her toes barely touching thefloor. She arranged in her mind all she was going to do and thought how muchbetter it was to be independent and to have your own money in your pocket. Shehoped they would have a nice evening. She was sure they would but she could nothelp thinking what a pity it was Alphy and Joe were not speaking. They werealways falling out now but when they were boys together they used to be thebest of friends: but such was life.
She thought she would have to stand in the Drumcondra tram because none of theyoung men seemed to notice her but an elderly gentleman made room for her. Hewas a stout gentleman and he wore a brown hard hat; he had a square red faceand a greyish moustache. Maria thought he was a colonel-looking gentleman andshe reflected how much more polite he was than the young men who simply staredstraight before them. The gentleman began to chat with her about Hallow Eve andthe rainy weather. He supposed the bag was full of good things for the littleones and said it was only right that the youngsters should enjoy themselveswhile they were young. Maria agreed with him and favoured him with demure nodsand hems. He was very nice with her, and when she was getting out at the CanalBridge she thanked him and bowed, and he bowed to her and raised his hat andsmiled agreeably, and while she was going up along the terrace, bending hertiny head under the rain, she thought how easy it was to know a gentleman evenwhen he has a drop taken.
Mr Duffy abhorred anything which betokened physical or mental disorder. Amediæval doctor would have called him saturnine. His face, which carried theentire tale of his years, was of the brown tint of Dublin streets. On his longand rather large head grew dry black hair and a tawny moustache did not quitecover an unamiable mouth. His cheekbones also gave his face a harsh character;but there was no harshness in the eyes which, looking at the world from undertheir tawny eyebrows, gave the impression of a man ever alert to greet aredeeming instinct in others but often disappointed. He lived at a littledistance from his body, regarding his own acts with doubtful side-glances. Hehad an odd autobiographical habit which led him to compose in his mind fromtime to time a short sentence about himself containing a subject in the thirdperson and a predicate in the past tense. He never gave alms to beggars andwalked firmly, carrying a stout hazel. 2b1af7f3a8