I spent this morning watching Star Trek: Voyager and eating Goldfish crackers with Cricket and Thumper. They love watching “the ship.” And Cricket trying to say Hirogen was possibly the cutest thing ever.
But this afternoon? This afternoon I spent stacking insulation in my garage while Bubbles and Tadpole made trips down with it from our attic (Yes, they were appropriately attired for dealing with the stuff. I, on the other hand, was stupid, meaning not appropriately attired.). We’re moving shortly, and since the insulation isn’t in any way affixed to our house, we’re taking it with us. Unfortunately, my attempt to stack it neatly in our tiny little garage did not go well.
Great the wall was, but stable and sturdy it was not.
Anyway, as I was standing around waiting for them to return with more insulation, I got to looking at what they’d already carried down. Being ten, they’re not overly careful with things (no matter how many times I tell them to be), so the rolls were a bit torn up. Cotton candy was spilling everywhere, or at least that’s what it looked like, and it reminded me of my first encounter with fiberglass insulation.
I probably wasn’t much older than my kids are now. I might have been younger. But it looked like cotton candy, and it was soft and fluffy, so clearly this stuff in Grandpa’s barn was a-okay, right?
Wrong! “Don’t go near it,” he told me. “You’ll get it all over and then you’ll itch for weeks.”
Or something like that – I don’t actually remember what exactly he said. I do remember the general gist of it, and it was none too pleasant. Plus, you didn’t cross Grandpa. He was a good guy – the best – but you didn’t do something after he’d told you not to. Or at least I didn’t.
And you know? He was right. I itch like crazy, and I’ve showered once already. I suspect it won’t stop for a couple of weeks.
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That is really cool! Thanks for sharing! 🙂
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I’m sure your kids will remember this “game” in years to come!
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And it’ll probably be in a story they tell to their kids. You know, along the lines of, “You think you have it bad! My parents made me move insulation!”
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Great story, and I love the twist at the end!
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Thanks! I’m just glad the itching has (mostly) subsided. That’ll teach me to wear short sleeves and gardening gloves! 🙂
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That sounds not fun. O.o Have you stopped itching yet?
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Mostly, thank goodness. My nose is still a little twitchy, but it’s a lot better than yesterday. 🙂
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ha – that’s a good thing! Plus you can always say you’re Sabrina the witch until it goes away. 😉
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Itchy finger and all! 🙂
Man, I miss that show.
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Me too! I used to love watching that show.
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I always have to remind myself that fibreglass is really itchy stuff. it does look like cotton candy.And such a comforting pink colour. I relate to jumping in without being 100% ready! Glad your itchiness is subsiding.
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The color really is comforting, isn’t it? Glad to know I’m not the only one to jump headlong into things without thinking them through 100%. 😀
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insulation is terrible stuff.
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It really is, isn’t it? There’s no good kind of it, either – the shredded newspaper stuff gets everywhere and is horribly dusty; the fiberglass kind is terribly itchy; and the foam kind is stickier than superglue. I guess it’s a good thing it keeps my house warm, because that’s about the only thing I can say to recommend any of it. 😀
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It’s just a huge pain any way you look at it.
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Agreed.
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It seems like it should be fun to jump in, like a pile of leaves. Not a good idea though. I agree that the kids will probably turn it into a tale they repeat around holiday tables. 🙂
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It should be, shouldn’t it? You know, I bet it would be super fun to jump in (not that I’m going to try it any time soon). 😀
And I have no doubt that my kids will tell this story around a dinner table someday, holiday or otherwise. Seymour still talks about all his chores growing up on a dairy farm, and I suspect this tale will be repeated in the same fashion. 🙂
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