Wolverine Idahoans Glenn and Linda: Missing Mom and Dad

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Missing Mom and Dad

Just a small moment of reflection on my folks. Dad would have turned 92 on March 10 and Mom would have celebrated her 90th on March 16. Although dad's been gone now for nearly 35 years, I think of him daily. And, occasionally, still find myself thinking "I should call mom today" before catching my breath and remembering. . .

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CAMPING COMPANIONS

(07/25/09) Miles-Guy experienced his first campout this last weekend. Glenn and I secured a campsite at the Joe T. Fallini Campground on the Mackay Reservoir. Due to her plant's recognition of "Pioneer Day", Meghan didn't work Friday. However, Joshua spent the entire weekend at Agrium during their turnaround period. Meg and Miles joined us Friday afternoon through Sunday afternoon. In the end Miles declared (in his own way) "Camping is fun!" Here, he and grandpa relax in front of the morning campfire; a bit of the reservoir and surrounding mountains can be seen in the background.

Wishing Well or Well Wishing?

Well, (pun intended), our well is drilled! Mountain West drilling spent four days on our lot (some time due to equipment breakdown) drilling for water. We "wished for a well" at 300 feet or shallower, as this depth was what our builder predicted. They found water at 340 feet, which is not that bad. Two of our neighbors are at 400' and 450' respectively. Nonetheless, at $31 per foot, those extra 40 feet sort of added up quickly! The pump and septic go in this week. According to the well driller, they were pumping right around 30 gallons per minute, which is more than the average house can handle at one time anyway. Oh, well, what's another $1200?

Casting Creepiness

Casting, as in fly fishing, took on a creepy bent for me during our recent trip to Yellowstone. I cast my fly into an off-the-beaten-path section of the Lamar River. At first, I thought I'd tangled it on some brush sticking out of the water. Closer inspection revealed that the "branch" was actually the horn of a bison who'd drowned in the river. We speculated that in crossing, it got a hoof caught in rocks and couldn't get out. As I stood on a nearby rock, the water's ebb and flow brought its face to near-surface. Ick.

Bonus Room Bonanza.

Due to the construction of the trusses, we will end up with a fairly large bonus room. An open staircase from the foyer was giving us reason to pause; how to finish off the top of the stairs so the unfinished bonus area was not visible from the foyer? Glenn came up with a relatively inexpensive solution. This photo is taken from the framed doorway looking north (he's standing in the darkened corner). We are finishing off about 1/3 of the bonus room with sheetrock and carpeting. It will be the perfect retreat for Glenn and his many antlers and turkey fans (which I decreed would NOT be hung in the great room!).