Punkin-isms

Have you finished your English lesson?
No, I made finger puppets, and a diorama, would you like to see a play?

Is it just me or is this a gray hair?

When you said to finish my lunch, I didn't think you meant ALL of it!

Mom! Eddie just pooped in my snow fort!

It's a dog's life...

Poof

Checked ADN last night and Redoubt popped again. There are some good pictures on their website, and in perusing the pictures I saw an interesting photo credit.....groundtruthtrekking.
I wondered if "Hig" was somehow related to Higgy, a friend of my father's. I mainly remember that he liked to build small cannons and shared my father's love of wooden boats----and then there was the story about the time he laid a shot across the bow of the Coast Guard cutter that was over from Homer for the 4th of July. Or the time my father climbed the mountain above the house and stamped a (slightly off-color) message in the snow for Higgy to read when he stepped outside in the morning....

After digging around a bit, turns out it is in fact, his son. I knew him as Bret; back when we'd only been lampworking a couple of years, we did a demo in Seldovia and he was melting beach glass with a Fresnel lens at that time. I had no idea he'd walked from Seattle to Unimak...pretty cool!

Too pooped to boop...

Back

Back again! We had a spring storm/blizzard Mon and Tues. Sunday was 70 degrees, and Monday morning started out pretty nice, but it was raining by 7:30 with a bit of thunder, and by nine it was snowing. By the time Chuck came home at 11 it was a whiteout. The power was on and off all day, so we threw a blanket on the lizard, stayed off the computer and didn't make any beads. Con learned how to light the gas stove with a match, and I realized that she had never used a match before, so I let her light a few. She promptly used the burned tips to draw with! True pioneer woman there! By noon the windows were iced up on the south side and we couldn't see a thing.

Yesterday Chuck tried to go to work, but couldn't make it, took him over an hour to get just a few miles and back. By afternoon, the temp was in the forties, puddles everywhere and a warm wind blowing. Felt like a southeaster back home. When Chuck left for work it was almost whiteout, and when we went outside, a pheasant flew up, he'd been hunkered down right by the door.

Fog

It looked really cool at 6 am, but by the time I got outside with the camera, it had socked in, so I missed the good light.
Now this afternoon it's windy, with hugely towering cumulus to the south...

beads