Sunday, March 29, 2009

Best ever laughing baby

This just struck me as funny. Enjoy...

Roses and Hedges

Yesterday - Saturday - was one of those cloudy, cool spring days where the energy is just boiling over. It's time to attack the garden again.

I really did a job on the roses this year. For all my work last year I didn't really get an awful lot of flowers. This year I am hoping that pruning will give them a fresh start. I hope this is the right time of year to do this type of stuff because I really pruned them a lot.

I got the hedges too. I even used the big lopping shears to shorten the plants little and even them up. All in all a good day! Should be all set for the growing season.

It's lucky I got my burst of energy yesterday because it's raining today.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Little Bit Sunny, Little Bit Cloudy, Little Bit Cool

It's still a little bit cool outside but it is starting to get into springtime.

Took a short walk around the block today and creaked and groaned all the way. I guess I'm really out of condition. Such is life though. The weather is getting better so I have to deal with this.

It really feels good seeing the old sights. The only part that's difficult is this little break in period for the muscles. Can't wait for a good Saturday or Sunday to get going on the garden.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Plantar Fasciitis

A funny thing happened on my way to springtime.

I thought I had a bruise or something on my left heel so I asked a nurse I know at the program I go to to take a look and see if she could see anything. Nothing to see but she sure found out it was sensitive. Said it may have been a bone spur or something but she thought it best to make a doctor's appointment to get it looked at.

The doctor, actually a podiatrist, looked at it, poked at it in different parts of the foot and found all the sore spots. He asked me a bunch of questions and told me I wouldn't be going around the house without shoes for a while.

I apparently have plantar fasciitis which is a painful inflammation of the plantar fascia, a band of tissue on the bottom of the foot that helps to support the arch. How I managed to injure that is a mystery to me because I have basically been blocked from any significant walking or other outside exercise by the cold weather.

I guess I am just lucky. This is just in time for the spring warmup and getting out for walks.

Instead, I have exercises to do for stretching. Oh well - at least I don't have to take any more pills. Pulling on a towel looped over my foot doesn't sound too strenuous. I don't think it is practical to wear my shoes in the shower though, there are limits.

Actually, I think I might survive a month or two of this. The worst pain is first thing in the morning when I get out of bed. The pain does subside as I walk around and I actually don't even notice it much of the time. I don't expect it to really tie me down an awful lot.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

It's Back!

I know it's not too impressive compared to other months but it did get my attention.

This delays the gardening a little.

What type of background music would be suitable - Jingle Bells, White Christmas?


Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Addictive Music

I have heard some people talk about music that keeps running through their heads and then have mentioned things I did not really care for.

If you want music that will pop up into your mind at the most inopportune moments just try this one on for size:



It has no redeeming social value that I can think of other than that it is just fun to listen to...

Wait until the next time you are at a funeral or something and "I've got a brand new pair of roller skates" pops up in your mind. It is very distracting.

I have read all sorts of psychobabble on this song and I could care less. It is effective.

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Casey at the Bat

This is poetry as poetry should be. It is getting into my time of year.

Ernest Lawrence Thayer (1863-1940)
Casey at the Bat

A Ballad of the Republic, Sung in the Year 1888


The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville nine that day;
The score stood four to two with but one inning more to play.
And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same,
A sickly silence fell upon the patrons of the game.

A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest
Clung to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast;
They thought if only Casey could but get a whack at that–
We'd put up even money now with Casey at the bat.

But Flynn preceded Casey, as did also Jimmy Blake,
And the former was a lulu and the latter was a cake;
So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat,
For there seemed but little chance of Casey's getting to the bat.

But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all,
And Blake, the much despis-ed, tore the cover off the ball;
And when the dust had lifted, and the men saw what had occurred,
There was Johnnie safe at second and Flynn a-hugging third.

Then from 5,000 throats and more there rose a lusty yell;
It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;
It knocked upon the mountain and recoiled upon the flat,
For Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat.

There was ease in Casey's manner as he stepped into his place;
There was pride in Casey's bearing and a smile on Casey's face.
And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,
No stranger in the crowd could doubt 'twas Casey at the bat.

Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt;
Five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on his shirt.
Then while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip,
Defiance flashed in Casey's eye, a sneer curled Casey's lip.

And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air,
And Casey stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.
Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped–
"That ain't my style," said Casey. "Strike one," the umpire said.

From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar,
Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore.
"Kill him! Kill the umpire!" shouted some one on the stand;
And it's likely they'd have killed him had not Casey raised his hand.

With a smile of Christian charity great Casey's visage shone;
He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on;
He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the sphereoid flew;
But Casey still ignored it, and the umpire said, "Strike two."

"Fraud!" cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered fraud;
But one scornful look from Casey and the audience was awed.
They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain,
And they knew that Casey wouldn't let that ball go by again.

The sneer is gone from Casey's lip, his teeth are clenched in hate;
He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate.
And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,
And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey's blow.

Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;
But there is no joy in Mudville –mighty Casey has struck out.

Sunday, March 1, 2009

Really Interesting Accidents

This was too much to pass up:

Man Reading a Newspaper (Still Continued)

I have been writing, off and on, about a statue of a man sitting and reading a newspaper at a bus stop at the corner of Ferry and Niagara. Rich's, who actually owns the statue, sent it in for refurbishing last summer.

I always thought it was interesting and with its location at a bus stop caused a number of double-takes. I think Rich's is actually planning on locating it somewhere else on the campus though.

They have had the bench in place for a while though. It does not look like anyone has sat on it and relaxed in the first picture:

The next picture looks a little more hospitable anyway:

Give it time, it is only the beginning of March.