As you may have come to understand, this house was built by extreme amateurs. The frame is sound, but the mistakes made are. . . Well. . . Troublesome. The window frames are crooked, the siding was installed upside down, they didn't put decking in before laying the metal roof, the floor is not tongue and groove so seams are splitting. But it's a start and a roof over our heads.
It has been difficult to keep the house warm and dry. The metal condensates profusely. Raining down on the plastic sheeting we put up, eventually causing the sheeting to condensate or split open and rain down on us. So it has been fun just keeping up with that.
When news reached us, two days before hand, that we were not only looking at air temps in the -7F range, but wind chill of -25 to -40F Husband and I quickly went on the offensive.
We got a couple of bales for the cows and sheep. Unlike popular belief, we get some nasty wind down here in the holler. Remember me mentioning the wind tunnel effect? And as we don't have a barn, there is little for the cows to hunker down and find shelter. The trees here aren't the best of wind blocks unless you are as skinny as the tree you are hiding behind. Plus the cows followed a deer trail and ended up at Small Farm Girl's place, a bale was incentive for them to stop roaming. And it worked.
Next I suggested to Husband that we have Medium and Small bunk together, let Large have Medium's bed and Husband and I take over Large's. That way we could contain the heat to one medium sized room rather than trying to fight a losing battle heating the entire house. Instead, Husband moved the picnic table that is used as our dinning room table and put our oversized bed in its place. Now all five of us are sleeping in the kitchen/living room area.
We then stapled the same plastic sheeting we are using for the ceiling to the ceiling. . . Huh?. . .and then draped it to the floor. Creating a wall between us and the rest of the house. We managed to heat the large new bedroom/eating area to a balmy 66F on the coldest night. The bathroom however was not in the heating zone. Brrrrr! Eeek!
Have you seen the movie "The Day After Tomorrow" ? The scene in the library where they can see the frost coming and they are running to a fire place, and when they slam the door shut the frost crawls through the cracks freezing the inside of the door, and the frame?
Well I watched it happen in person, not memorex. Our front door, not in the heating zone, was covered in frost. The windows frozen on the inside, the door handle and deadbolt glimmering. It was freaky. Just on the other side of the thin sheet of plastic was a winter wonderland. Ok, maybe not that bad, but anything that was damp was now frosted. On the worst night I contemplated a chamber pot, as venturing to the bathroom could take your breath away, and sitting on that seat. . . Oh my!
The differences in the rooms was amazing. If anyone complained about being too hot, they merely needed to cross the barrier and the complaints ceased.
But we survived, warm and comfortable.