I got to meet the winners of the Moose naming contest yesterday. Delightful folks from Poolesville, I was charmed by them immediately.
(Anyone who appreciates a ridiculous 9 foot carved moose is ok in my books.)
It never ceases to amaze me how many nice people there are in this world, and how you really don’t have to go very far to meet them.
Bob and Glenda were kind enough to allow me to take their picture (and Bob even allowed me to post his!). Look how excited Maxwell is. If he wasn’t planted in 1000lbs of concrete, I KNOW he would have jumped for joy!
I showed them our Mudpit, My Captain’s ongoing building project, and they raised their eyebrows. I find it’s better not to delve deeply into the meaning of raised eyebrows, don’t you? I prefer to assume they mean, “Wow, that’s impressive!”
It may be a life of delusion I lead, but I’m happy in it, thank you very much.
When they left, Bob and Glenda had a batch of Turbo-RumBalls in their hot little hands. I promised them that if they don’t taste any good, I’ll make them another batch.
They are, after all, as fun to make as they are to eat.
Now then, what should our next contest consist of? Hmmmm. Maybe I’ll give away a Porsche or a Vacation for Two at Hershey. One never knows.