Wednesday

I've been a little bit distracted.

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The hard frost came in and took out any of the annuals or perennials Monday night. I had brought everything inside that needed to be, and stuffed some other pots in the garage for a little safe-keeping. Those plants will come out today and should survive for another week or two. You can't complain if something lasts into November.

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More proof that Major League Baseball doesn't care about the fans: there were pre-game discussions among MLB, the teams, umpires, and even the grounds crew Monday night in anticipation of a shortened game because of probable rain, but they didn't tell FOX. So Buck and McCarver spent a good portion of the broadcast hypothecating on what might happen if it did rain. With those what-ifs already planned for by MLB, the broadcasters came off, in hindsight, as a bit buffoon-ish. (That's rare: a buffoon-ish sportscaster.).

Of course, I saw none of the game.

This picture is a copy of a Norman Rockwell print that I have hung in my bedroom. Being a bit of a traditional sportsman, and humorist(?), I like the story that the picture depicts. Although I have always been troubled by the math. We have the Yankees and Dodgers. Home whites and traveling grays. Top or bottom of the 5th. Who's on first? If its not a complete game, does it get fully replayed? If the home team is behind and doesn't get to hit, who wins? So many questions.

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High school football playoffs in Iowa start tonight. Not one or two, but rather, numerous 4-5 teams are in the large-class, 64-team field. Heck, with just one more game, everybody could be in. Lots that would prove. Reminds me of Dad's Club soccer where participation is the key concept.

As I approach my 60th birthday, I'm finding a few more genetic similarities with Daddy. Most recently, I've managed to nick the skin on the top of my wrists each of the last three mornings getting ready for, or traveling to work. Just little things that occur without pain or notice, produce a few drops of bloods, and then almost immediately self-seal. I remember Daddy having those same types of "nicks" while working with the cows or otherwise around the farm. I figured at the time that it was Old People's Disease.

We have met the enemy and he is us.

I almost forgot. I did buy the camera. I've had it for two days, and still haven't got past the "On" switch. 286 page instruction book with two separate 80 page booklets on peripheral (?) stuff. If I could get college credit for it, I think we're talking about a two-credit-hour, full semester course of study. I promise initial photos by week's end.

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Have a great day.

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BCOT