The Shack Begins Self-Destruct Mode

This has been quite a week. Dad and I have been working approximately 10-12 hours a day insulating phase one - blowing massive amounts of shredded paper also known as "cellulose" into the walls and ceilings. My job was to cut open large bags of this stuff and feed it into a machine called a "hopper", which would then send the stuff via fan through a 100 ft. hose, on the other end of which was Dad, guiding the stuff to where it needed to go. After doing this, he usually looked something like a sheep or an abominable snowman, and I was fairly dusty myself.

However, the insulation saga was not the most stereotypical/hilarious Shack story this week. The crowning moment for me was yesterday afternoon; Dad discovered a leaky ceiling. It was raining at the time, pretty hard, but this leak was not due to rain. This was on the first floor... something was causing water to drip out of the false ceiling in the "sleep in closet" onto my parent's bed, of all places! Dad and I agreed that the only way to get to the root of the problem was to rip out [part of] the ceiling. So, without hesitation, that's what we did.

-Dad fixes things.-

It didn't take us too long to find the problem; a cheap, plastic, and leaking joint in a copper water supply pipe. Being a "straight up copper" fanatic, Dad immediately replaced this faulty joint. Now the only problem is the way the ceiling looks in there - although the design has been updated to a piece of plywood. I found this whole experience rather amusing, it's almost as if the Shack knows of its imminent destruction.