Pine cone envy

Ack! What a weekend! So much to do and deal with!
1.) Daisy is doing much better. She's running around like she always has; is getting into Oliver's face like there's not a single thing holding her back; is eating, drinking and pooping like everything is in working order; and bites the shit out of our fingers when Brian and I are administering medication and changing bandages. Thankfully, Daisy a couple days after her surgery is none the worse for wear.
2.) Mom, Auntie Donna and I had a busy couple days, though especially Saturday, going through my grandma's house. It was a relatively serene experience, I think, with no fighting over who gets the ladles, plate and spoon collection, or pictures. Some treasures that I brought home today: her collection of little Waterford pieces, including a couple vases and a small candy dish; a hand-crank mixer; Tupperware measuring cups and strainers; some collectible Disney plates; and a couple pictures of her and my Gramps on vacations together, and they look really happy.
But one thing that consistently gave us pause was a collection or pine cones in every closet, some drawers, and most cabinets in the house. Does anyone get that? It must be some thing about keeping pests out of stuff, right? It must have been on some show like Oprah, or some random news story, or something. Someone help us out; we must have found a whole forest's full of them in the house. Which leads me to another question: where, in the desert, do you find so many pine cones?
3.) Finally, this weekend, it got somewhat cool here. Awesome. We actually had our windows open the last two nights. Of course, last night there was so much noise from the local bar around the corner that I was awoken at about 2 a.m., but oh well. It's nice to have a decent breeze. Now, just because it's cooler in the morning doesn't mean it's cooler in the day. We're still dealing with high 90s, low 100s. Ugh.