Welcome to The Moose Pond! The Welcomings posts give the Moose, old and new, a place to visit and share words about the weather, life, the world at large and the small parts of Moosylvania that we each inhabit.
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The format is simple: each day, the first moose to arrive on-line will post a comment welcoming the new day and complaining (or bragging!) about their weather. Or mentioning an interesting or thought provoking news item. Or simply checking in.
So … what’s going on in your part of Moosylvania?
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Good “morning”, Motley Meese! The week begins …
Morning low of 75 degrees in the Desert Southwest 🌵 with an expected daytime high of 99. Partly cloudy skies are in the forecast.
Have a great day, all y’alls!!
Sunday Meese:
Puerto Rico
Long Live Free Puerto Rico Support for National Sovereignty has already risen to 43%…..and we’re still going. That’s why the PNPPD is scared…
Sis, I hadn’t realized that durians grew in P.R. My mother described the taste as being like “creamed, rotten onions.”
Their sharp outer spines can be lethal. When we were living in Singapore in the mid-1950s, The Straits Times reported that a durian fell from a truck on a young woman minding a food stall. One of the sharp spines pierced her jugular vein and she bled to death before help arrived.
Ugh. I’ll stick with dragonfruit, starfruit, mangos, and rambutans.
Good morning. Didn’t work out yesterday : (. Today: tea is steeping, berries are thawing for making next week’s breakfast. I may look for a recipe for breakfast bars that I can bake in my tiny air fryer. I like the no-bake recipe I have, but without the honey/syrup it isn’t sticky enough to make bars, and it is plenty sweet without. Anyway, that’ll be my day: church & cooking. Maybe the gym this afternoon or in the morning – they close tomorrow at 1.
good morning Meese.
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It’s 71 heading for 82 overcast and we may or may not get rain. The air is wet enough to be sticky. Yesterday we generated 13 KWHs and the m-t-d at 437.7 isn’t likely to reach 450 but if it manages to get just 4 today, it’ll still be the 4th highest generation for the life of the system. That’s definitely not bad.
I haven’t heard from Natalia and don’t expect to until the next time she tests, probably Tuesday. That’s when I’ll also test. Just in case. Since she’s not here to eat it, I told my son I wouldn’t need anything from Sam’s Club today. I’ve still got enough from last week. That means I probably won’t see him today. But I might. You never know. Cloud is still chewing on himself and shedding fur. But at least he’s still letting me give him his meds. And he’s eating better.
Vacuuming done. Back and hands aren’t happy with me. But part of that’s the oncoming rain and cooling spell due in overnight. No real pain, just stiff and slightly achy. Normal for me. Off to start my boosting day. Holding the Good/Healing/Protecting Thought for everybody. {{{Meeses}}}
Good Sunday morning, Moosekind! Another delightful autumn day in Ashburn has dawned
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blockquote>. It’s 64 F. under flawless blue skies, going up to 77 F. later.
When we woke up it was 57 F. My favorite weather person (his current dog and previous dog were both “rescue” beagles) said our autumn will be less than glorious, owing to the lack of rain. They hate to use the word “drought,” but that’s exactly what it IS. This is the driest August in 150 years, they say!
Yesterday I was too tired to do much of anything. My weeks are so busy! Today I must, must make it to the gym and attempt to at least start on the essay that’s due on September 4. We’re all writing about how September 11 affected us.
Not much to report, except…Dearly’s memory is increasingly bad. I can tell him I’m going to the gym, and five minutes later he’ll ask me whether I’m going shopping or rehearsal. Mother lived to age 87, and her memory was beginning to get faulty too. It’s not the dreaded D or A, I can tell. Dearly is perfectly capable of attending to the normal functions of everyday life without help. He’s better off than his late brother, who required assistance with just about everything.
Meanwhile, I’m going to try going gluten-free this coming week and see whether that helps. Perhaps I can buy some GF English muffins and bread at Trader Joe’s.
That’s enough about moi. There are horrible things going on in the world, things I can do absolutely nothing about, so I’ll just have to hope things get better.
Wishing a good day to all at the Pond, and hoping that those who are less than well will be free from pain.