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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Good morning. A rainy day in Austin — and almost cool, because 92 is not normal for this time of year. Today I’m making a Moroccan-inspired dish for next week’s lunch. And a gallon of tea, and 5 servings of “overnight” oats.
Hi, another, Moroccan cooking sounds so delicious. I have a Moroccan recipe that I cherish for Moroccan Chickpea stew. Both my vegetarian daughter and my omnivorous granddaughter requested it specially when they visited.
recipe, and my modifications:
Interesting! What’s a pepita?
It’s 73 heading for 88, heat index mid 90s, and overcast. Which sux for many reasons. One of which being that it took days at 80% of “normal” sunshine to make up for that single day of single-digit production. We are on track for at least 500 for July (m-t-d is 160) with yesterday’s 19.4 KWH generation. But we won’t be if we can’t generate at least 16 today.
Another reason cloudy sux is I’m having to do an unscheduled laundry today. For reasons only found in cat minds, somebody decided to spray my bed and side table yesterday afternoon. In winter I’ve enough quilts on the bed to keep it from getting through to the mattress. In summer I do not. So. All the bedding is in the washer right now and the mattress has been treated with Nature’s Miracle. The scent of which also messes with my sinuses but doesn’t make me nauseous as well. sigh.
Aji forgot some autopays and is urgently pushing sales to cover. Even more urgently than she was already (quarterly taxes and medical tests). If I had a couple of grand to spare there’s a necklace that would be going to someone we all know to celebrate her initiation birthday – I’ve thought that specific necklace should be hers since Wings created it. Alas I do not have a couple of grand to spare. Jill’s being charged storage for her packages because the jerkwad she depends on for expensive-but-not-uber-expensive transportation canceled her to take a more glamorous gig (walk-on in some movie being made in the area). So instead of the $60 it would have cost her yesterday, it’s going to cost her $110. Her SSI is $770/month. Amelia at least had a good day. The motel parking lot was being repainted, her half yesterday, and she was going to have to get up very early for her and move her car. She’d already aired up the tires and recharged the battery Thursday afternoon to be ready. Well, she woke at 4:30 am (usual reasons), looked out the window and saw the “ropes” had been moved already, so threw on some clothes, went out and did her grocery shopping she’d been unable to get to for days (store opens 5 am – lovely, quiet time to shop), treated herself to a breakfast sandwich on the way back, nabbed a great space in the empty newly-repainted side of the lot, and got her groceries up and all that before 7 am. (Checked in with me on twitter then went back to bed for the day.) So there is good luck and good news in the world.
Our governor decided to hold a meeting (and press conference, of course) because he’s starting to get worried about the delta variant. Snort. If only, if only, the anti-vaxxer R-death-cult were going to be hit with this. That wouldn’t be nice, but it would be appropriate consequences. But epidemic doesn’t work that way. Goddess, protect the folks doing right and the innocents who don’t have a choice.
Need more coffee. Then off to twitter until the washer finishes. Bright the day, Meeses. {{{HUGS}}}
Dear Goddess, bfitz! So sorry about the cat spray and the overcast sky. Here’s hoping the sun will come out long enough for the newly washed bedding to dry. {{{Hugs}}}
Good morning, 62 and sunny in Bellingham. Working in the garden yesterday took care of my bored and restless feelings but I was in bed early last night. I want to prune overgrown plants growing in front of one of the sewing room windows but I’ll need to be more careful today. Best wishes to all.
Good Saturday morning, Meese! It’s a lovely day here, 77 F. on its way up to 84 F. The sky is bluish-white and there’s a reasonable breeze, 5-10 mph. I’ve dillied, I’ve dallied, I’ve shillied, I’ve shallied since getting up this morning at 7-something.
The whatever-illness-I’ve-got gave me an hour and a half’s respite this morning, long enough to let me eat a proper breakfast for once. Last night’s coughing fits got me out of bed at 3 a.m. At 4:30 I went back to sleep in the recliner. The stupid antibiotic prescribed by the quacks has done zero for my “wonderful lungs.” I think I’ve got Delta but they were too lazy to check. Grrrumble.
Last night I began the first evening habit of what I hope will be many, that of not looking at anything electronic for an hour before bedtime. I do have to read before bedtime, otherwise I can’t get off. I prefer to fall asleep reflecting on what I’ve just read, rather than all the bad things I’ve done and wrong decisions I’ve made in my life, which is what otherwise happens.
I was reading a book by the well-known, slightly obnoxious Christopher Hitchens. It’s quite enjoyable. As a rule, I enjoy fiction much more than nonfiction but he and his fellow Brit’s books are exceptions.
The illness still has not departed but I feel more energetic today. So does Monty. I’m about to take off to do some much-needed shopping and we’ll see how the day goes from there.
Dearly has been watching Le Tour, so when I happen to pass by the living room I realize once again how much La Belle France deserves its name. Also, I do enjoy looking at fit, tanned, good-looking guys pedaling away furiously on bikes. This proves to me that my membership in the “old, married, but not yet dead” club is still active.
Wishing a good Saturday to all at the Pond.
I have never understood why “they” don’t market Le Tour as three weeks of cute boys in spandex. Because, yep. Sure, yes also the racing & strategy and all that stuff. But mostly