Week-long Welcomings from Moosylvania: March 17th

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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. 38 heading for 64 and trying to be sunny. I can see patches of blue here and there – and sporadic sunshine coming through the holes in the clouds as they pass by. Yesterday we generated 8.66 KWHs and the m-t-d is at 302.85 – still on track for 400 but we’re fast running out of cushion.

    I’ve got orange cranberry walnut muffin bread in the oven. Just in and not at the “smells most sentimental” stage yet. Be interesting how this turns out as I managed to get twice what I meant to of the last of the homemade cranberry sauce in the batter. I didn’t have to add any additional liquid. Anyway, I’d best be about my boosting business. Holding the Good Thoughts for everybody. {{{Meeses}}}

  2. Good Mad March morning, Meese! It’s 41 F. in Ashburn. Outside it continues to rain in a most satisfactory manner, although not as hard and fast as earlier. “They” say it will cease sometime in the afternoon. I’m extremely grateful that it’s rained hard enough to put out the wildfires in the Shenandoah National Forest and elsewhere. The TV news yesterday showed the town of Luray, Virginia, where the fabulous limestone caves are. It was completely shrouded in smoke haze.

    The good news: in the woods across the way the branches are sprouting greenery.

    So deeply thankful that I don’t have to GO anywhere today. We’re having onion soup for lunch. Toyed with the idea of putting on nice duds and having dinner at the 1912 restaurant around the corner but then (O, blessed pantry), a flashlight showed me we had the two most essential ingredients for a tuna casserole. Not the most exciting meal in the world, but with broccoli on the side and hot peaches for afters, it’ll do. It’ll be better than going out.

    Things were interesting at rehearsal last night. The cast member who plays Aunt Eller, a most important role, was out because she’d undergone a procedure. The director asked me to read Aunt Eller’s lines. I went up on the stage with my copy of the script and did that. Somehow, in my mind, I became Aunt Eller, and read her lines the way the old woman in the Oklahoma Territory would have. Some of the cast members congratulated me afterwards.

    “Good job,” the director said briefly. “You may have to step into the role of Aunt Eller.” Gee, that’s great, but I can’t sing.

    Anyway, before I abandon this topic, I must just mention that the guy who plays Will asked me wistfully if Natasha would return some time. “She vill return ass soon as her beret arrives,” I assured him in a throaty, fake-Russian voice. LOL!

    So, for today, laundry (folding and putting away), perhaps working on a blog, and above all, RESTING. Rehearsals are going to get worse: next week it’s Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday, and there will come a week when they’re every day.

    Wishing a good day to all at the Pond, and lots of sunshine to bfitz!

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