As much as I love my windowns with their weighted sashes, and how they can be lifted with just a finger, they must be the source of terrible drafts. As much as I hate to contemplate replacing them, I suppose I must. Surely if I get HVAC someday. But immediately, no. Their cross breezes are truly to be marveled. One need only stand at a window or door to feel a breeze. Yes, they are cracked and patched, some of the sashes have had all kinds of remedies applied to try to make them whole and some have plexiglass instead of the real thing.
So, I know they must be drafty for, as Beth and I began scrubbing the interior woodwork we ran into hundreds of staples. Obviously Uncle Clem had use his new stapler to attach plastic sheeting.... MANY times in the past! They were everywhere. Up and down the woodwork, on the walls where some calendar or greeting card had been attached to the wall, on every window sash - inside and out.
We spent the afternoon pulling them out, and out, and out. We had a cupful. I intended to take a photo of the final results but had not communicated that to Beth who, in her assault on every last one, had summarily dumped them in the trash. There were still a few left, and I am sure we will find more...
So, I know they must be drafty for, as Beth and I began scrubbing the interior woodwork we ran into hundreds of staples. Obviously Uncle Clem had use his new stapler to attach plastic sheeting.... MANY times in the past! They were everywhere. Up and down the woodwork, on the walls where some calendar or greeting card had been attached to the wall, on every window sash - inside and out.
We spent the afternoon pulling them out, and out, and out. We had a cupful. I intended to take a photo of the final results but had not communicated that to Beth who, in her assault on every last one, had summarily dumped them in the trash. There were still a few left, and I am sure we will find more...