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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