Week-long Welcomings from Moosylvania: October 12th

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.

Welcomings will be posted at the start of each week (usually Saturday night with a Sunday date). To find the posts, just bookmark this link and Voila! (which is Moose for “I found everyone!!”).

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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  1. It’s 59 heading for 84 and supposed to be sunny. Which it’s not at the moment. Yesterday we generated 8.23 KWHs and the m-t-d at 120 lost a little more ground.

    Out the door to DMV. Holding the Good/Healing/Protecting Thought for everybody. {{{Meeses}}}

  2. Good Wednesday morning, Moosekind! GOT MAH SOCIAL! It was a bit more than usual, too. I distributed bits of it among my other accounts, but Dearly is asking for most of it. More about that in a moment.

    It’s a sunny golden October morning outside, 61 F. at the moment, going up to 73 F., or so They Say.

    It seems as if we should all “take arms against a sea of troubles”! Becky with her Mohs, Bfitz with her lack of sunshine, Dee with her husband having a TIA, Princesspat with Ron’s surgery and her loss of the verbena, and Jan’s roof problems.

    Monday evening—Jeez. as if life weren’t complicated enough already—I was just pushing Dearly in his wheelchair back into our flat. We’d had dinner (awful, if you want to know) down the hall at the Pub. While getting out of his chair, somehow Dearly’s leg became involved with the foot pad, and he began bleeding COPIOUSLY. His trousers are ruined. I’ve managed to save his shoes. There are bloodstains on the carpet. Fortunately, our Wound Care Nurse was out in the hallway, so she came in and took charge. “He needs the ER,” she said. We called the Medical Technicians, who were a bunch of Amazons (and quite rude, with it), and they carted him off to the ER.

    Darkness was falling and so was a little rain, but I followed in the car. Ugh! I don’t see well at night. I missed the entrance to the ER, so drove round and parked on the other side of the garage. Luckily at 7 in the evening there weren’t many people about. We were finally released at 11 p.m. after enduring HOURS of boredom (nothing to read), X-Rays, a doctor stitching up the skin of his shinny-shin-shin, and then bandaging it.

    Ill as he was, he drove home. At 95, he’s a better driver than I any day of the week. The Wound Care Nurse came round to check on him yesterday evening, and I apologized for the rudeness of the Emergency Amazons. Glenda simply rolled her eyes and said they were all like that. Mah gawd, we have had such a variety of medical techs in here!

    Yesterday I went to visit the allergist. She is as good as she is beautiful, which is saying a great deal, AND she laughed at all my jokes. She is the ONLY medical person I’ve ever met who knows exactly what’s wrong with me, has seen many patients who also have it, and knows how to treat it. I have some medicine for it now. I have Chronic Spontaneous Urticaria. Isn’t that jolly? Anyway, she gave me a list of things that exacerbate the condition: hot showers, alcohol, extreme anxiety or stress (!) and exercising immediately after eating. Gods, never any hot showers? They’re one of the few remaining pleasures of life, now that I’ve ditched sex and drugs and rock’n’roll.

    The beautiful doctor reentered the exam room and said, yes, I could have the occasional hot shower, but just keep the skin hydrated, especially in the winter. She wants to see me in a month. Can’t tell you how relieved I am, and how much I’m looking forward to taking the pill twice a day.

    Last month, when I received my Social, I wrote a check to Dearly for part of the monthly fee here. He likes to take a picture of it on his phone for deposit into our joint bank account. (I have a different bank.) It apparently went through. The fee was duly paid to The Home’s financial office, who have not sent any grim-grams about the missing $1000, so one would think that all is well.

    But no, that $1000 continues to show up in my checking account! It’s not real! I taxed both his bank and mine with using sloppy software, but my bank continues to show the “ghost” thou. It’s very annoying. My bookkeeping is ill-managed at best, and this is one more irritant. I’m tempted to close that account and open a new one.

    Well, enough of that griping. I need to get ready for whatever today brings. Wishing a good day and a good solution for everyone’s problems to all at the Pond!

    P.S. So glad my problem is an autoimmune thingy and has nothing whatever to do with an allergy to gluten. I love bread and its variations!

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