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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It’s 35 heading for 49 and sunny at the moment. Clouds are supposed to move in this afternoon. Late afternoon I hope. Yesterday we generated 2.92 KWHs and the m-t-d at 149.25 is no longer on track. It’s close. But. . . we’ve only got 5 days left in Nov.
Natalia has the day off – early start on Thanksgiving – and fixed us “Sunday brunch” for breakfast (pancakes, Canadian bacon, scrambled eggs, OJ, coffee). It was lovely. First time for using besan and she’s not quite satisfied with how the pancakes came out but they tasted fine to me. She’d planned to go over to the old place and get her last couple of carloads of stuff. But he decided he didn’t want her coming today and she should come Saturday. When it’s supposed to be in the 30s and raining all day. I’m pretty sure she’s decided to just write off those last bits. I hope so. The fewer strings he has on her, the nastier he gets about pulling them. Cut the strings and he can’t pull them.
Meanwhile, there’s boosting to be done so I’d best get to doing it. Holding the Good/Healing/Protecting Thought for everybody. {{{Meeses}}}
Good Wednesday morning, Moosekind! Grey and gloomy here. It began to rain desultorily last evening at dinner and kept it up all night. It was never heavy, as far as I could judge. Forgot to tell y’all that Monday night, when it was still clear, I was treated to a thin, delicious slice of silver moon in the night sky. Made my evening!
I finished banging out the program for the service (the text, that is) and now must figure out how to desktop-publish the order of service. I have to get UPS to make 100 copies of it. Can any of you recommend a Word template? I’m sure it’s cheaper to have it printed in black and white. After all, it’s going to be thrown away afterwards by whoever takes one, innit? One 8 1/2-inch by 11-inch sheet of paper, folded in fours. Dearly’s picture and dates on the front page, not sure what on the second page, order of service on the third page, and probably a picture of Don and Mon (Monty beagle) on the back page with a small note that the music was arranged by Granddaughter Nora.
I have to get my hair done this morning, pick up the dry cleaning (this will be the last time I ever pick up Dearly’s shirts), work on the program, get some stuff done before I leave for an overnight visit, and things like that. I’ve had good luck arranging dinners for the first five nights of this week. Last night—dinner with two charming neighbors. Tonight, the UU dinner. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving at Elder Son’s house. Friday I’m having dinner with one of my writers.
It’s 55 F. right now, going up to 70 F. later. Can you imagine? Wishing a good day to all at the Pond.
{{{Diana}}} I saw Herself last night too. A bright crescent in a relatively clear sky. You’re doing good. Healing Energy. Moar {{{HUGS}}}