Adding to the sum total of human knowledge

Baseball Reference made it easy to look through all the Brooklyn at Cincinnati games for the period 1947-1950.  Blowing up the photo revealed a final score of Cincinnati 6, Brooklyn 2.  The Dodger batting order had several recognizable numbers:  #4, Snider, in the 3rd spot, #42, Robinson cleanup; #6, Furillo fifth, #14, Hodges sixth, and #1, Reese eighth. (I should have known it wasn't 1947, because Jackie Robinson didn't bat cleanup until after he won the MVP in 1949.)

 

A fruitful night

As vacation 2023 nears its end... on YouTube I just found two shows, both from before my time, and while they were broadcast far from prime time, they are remembered with honor in television history.  

First, from 1957, the short-lived The Seven Lively Arts, and specifically The Sound of Jazz, in which they assembled an all-star team of jazz players and let them blow for an hour.  

Then, the better-known Omnibus, and the first one I couldn't resist was a 1955 segment featuring Martyn Green singing Gilbert and Sullivan patter songs.   

YouTube's raising the price from $11.99 to $13.99 a month, and I hope some of my money goes to an increase in the royalties for streaming music.  

The View From My Chair

Day 3 of summer PTO, catching up on the "Watch Later" list with the front door open.  From time to time, a cottontail will lie down in the shade of the evergreen bush just outside the front door.  It's hot and humid again, so I can understand why a furry creature will look for shade.

 

My Day

First day of vacation week.  In bed late Sunday night, up early Monday morning.  PG and I do the Spelling Bee.  I don't do the Mini or Wordle.  I try Immaculate Grid, but give up after missing guesses on the 1st, 3rd, and 4th try.  (I could be good at the game if it didn't have players after 1984.)

I sit on the sofa and ask my little girl cat whether she would like to be my lap kitty.  She decides that she does, and we share Quality Time for more than a half-hour.  

Took PG to PT (physical therapy) for 11:00.  While she was receiving it, I drove east on Walbert Ave and stopped in the Family Dollar.  Radio was tuned locally and the first thing I heard was the horoscope for the week, followed soon after by that new country version of Tracy Chapman's Fast Car.  Bought a 20-oz Mtn Dew, but the sertraline is still suppressing cravings, so it remained unopened.  

In the parking lot, used PlantNet to ID an evening primrose rising from a crack between curb and blacktop.  

Back home, I napped while PG watched Tivo'd Nova and some cozy mystery.  Around 2:00, I got up, whacked weeds in the brick walkway and pulled some more away from the Indian blanket plant.  (How dare they steal nutrients from those pretty flowers!)  

I washed up and made a peach cake for PG.  She cut up the fresh peaches and I spread them in a layer between layers of cake batter, then covered it all with some pecan streusel and baked it for 50 minutes.

We decided the cake would taste even better with vanilla ice cream, so off we went to Wegmans for a pint.  

Cake and ice cream for supper!  Grown-ups we're not, sometimes.  

Listened to RFI, read some of Le Monde, and practiced drumming.  Then wrote about it and everything else I wanted to record about my day.

Working late in the afternoon

The recent rain has given all our flowers a charge.  The coneflowers are attracting bees, so it wasn't difficult to take a snapshot like this one.

 

Mixed Wildflowers: A Bouquet in Disarray

Growing on the property of an abandoned Hess gas station near Allentown, PA.  Chicory, fleabane, hawkweed, Queen Anne's lace, and at the top left, one red clover.