Saturday, October 11, 2008

SOMETHING SCARY IN THE ATTIC!

Halloween is approaching. During the last two days you could hear creaking and groaning coming from our attic. I set up my camera and used the remote to capture the above photo of two spooky figures up there. It was just Hubby and I installing insulation. We hope to use a little less fuel to heat the house this winter, even though it may cost more than last year anyway.

Crawling around in the old insulation and rock wool was a real experience in itchiness. The floating fiberglass went down our necks and into our ears…aaarrrgh. We installed eighty sections. Each was eight feet long. My only question is: do they have to kill the pink panthers to get all that fuzz or do they just shear them?

Thursday, October 9, 2008

No More Bare Toes



The first day to scrape frost from the windshield. Isn't global warming wonderful! I have not missed this little chore at all. The big russet potato is there to remind us that some good things come with the disapearance of all those warm days. It was sooooo nice not to need shoes or even a jacket. But harvest time is almost over, and now for putting those big bakers in their tanning bed so we can plop on the sour cream and black pepper. The other great thing about frosty weather is NO MORE GARDENING! At least weather around here is not boring.

Monday, October 6, 2008

MORE FROM NELLIE

In a bunch of loose photos in my mother's basement I found this picture of my grandmother, Nellie (Hunt) Collings. This is how I remember her. I spent a lot of time at Grandma and Grandpa Colling's house in Jerome, Idaho as a child. They would babysit me while my mother worked at a sewing shop. The child is my cousin, Bruce Collings. In front of Grandma is a stack of wooden blocks. On one of them are the letters, B.C. which were probably initials Grandpa burned into the wood with his magnifying glass for Bruce. You can see a doll wrapped in a blanket and also a bushel basket which was used to hold toys. Grandma was a fun babysitter. She told great stories of her life growing up during the settling of Utah. She had quite the sense of humor as illustrated in the following poem:

I was invited to a party once upon a time.
They told me I could either bake a cake or make a rhyme.
So I decided I had better write a verse.
While my poetry is horrid my cake making is worse.

Nellie was called upon often to provide poetry for community events, but mostly for funerals of the death of dear ones; the majority were departed children.