Week-long Welcomings from Moosylvania: February 25th

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. Good morning, meeses! Saturday …

    It is 46 degrees in Tucson 🌵 with an expected daytime high of 72. Sunny skies are in the forecast. There are wispy clouds over the mountains but higher in the sky, the stars are twinkling.

    The more I read about what is happening in the State of Florida, the more I wonder how anyone with options would stay there or anyone who does not live there already would want to go to college there. It is a MAGAt dystopia where slavery is praised as a job training program, vaccines that protect the population are optional, science is sneered at, and any efforts to create a diverse and vibrant student population are banned. It is difficult to wrap my head around the fact that in 2008, Florida elected Barack Obama. Sad.

    Susan Collins will vote for Nikki Haley. It does not matter that she had an epiphany because the Supreme Court that she helped build – with anti-government justice Gorsucks, anti-democratic justice Burp Keggernaugh – will put its thumb on the scales of “justice” to pave the way for tRump. Sad.

    I am determined to get my to-do stack cleared today. I spent too much time this week doing things that took me away from my desk and got caught up in a time-consuming project that cut into my early morning work time, my most productive time to work.

    See all y’all later!

  2. It’s 50 heading for 74 and sunny. First of 5 “too warm for evening fires” days on the forecast. At least here in NW AR March is coming in like a lamb. We’ll see if the lion shows up with some rain, which we badly need, some time before the month is out. Meanwhile we’ve started out on track with 13.5 KWHs.

    If there’s anything going on with my family, friends, and acquaintances I don’t know about it. As for me, I had a sinusitis flare so lousy sleep and my hands are cold, stiff, and a little bit achy so trouble typing. Nothing new there. Off to start my boosting day. Holding the Good Thoughts for everybody. {{{Meeses}}}

  3. Good rainy Saturday morning, Meese. The current temperature in Ashburn is 41 F., and it is raining in a most satisfactory manner. For once the weather wenches were right: it was raining when we lurched out of rehearsal last night. (The choreographer worked them all so hard they were visibly tired.) Supposedly, our high will be 57 F.

    I still have a cold with nasty symptoms, so after I write this I’m going back to bed. I’ve lost my voice again, which makes me useless in rehearsal. I wore a mask last night so I could avoid giving my germs to people, but I couldn’t help Jud, who forgot his lines.

    This job reminds me of party-dread: You know how one dreads the thought of going to a party, wishes one didn’t have to attend, dislikes the thought of getting dressed up and pretending to be 10 times nicer than one really is, and greatly fears being bored. But after one gets there, it doesn’t seem so bad. That’s what rehearsal is like. The man who plays Curly is a real cutie, so that’s some consolation.

    Anyway, enough moaning. We’re supposed to have dinner with a couple tomorrow night, both of whom are on the Board. Perhaps I can delicately insinuate that my reaction time is too slow for me to be effective.

    In the meantime, DIL and little Karl took off for Japan yesterday, so Younger Son informed me. They’ll be back Tuesday. That’s an AWFULLY long trip for a weekend! Dear Goddess, I hope little Karl isn’t a zombie by the time he goes to school on Wednesday. He’s nine, coming up to 10 years old.

    That’s all I’ve got, Meese! Wishing a good day to all at the Pond.

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