#1LinerWeds From Bonnie & Clyde #JusJoJan

To clarify, Bonnie and Clyde are a pair of Himalayan cats who have a following on Instagram… I’m not sure if this is Bonnie or Clyde…

I’m here to help. #dontoverthinkit #itsallaboutperspective #foodforthought #muffintop

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Now this word from Good Luck Margarine. Preferred unsaturates and preferred flavor: Good Luck gives you both, at no extra cost!

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A Quick “Contemplate” Post #JustJoJan

Cheryl, who writes on the blog The Bag Lady, picked the prompt word for today in Linda Hill’s Just Jot It January, and it is

CONTEMPLATE

This came almost immediately to mind.

“Le Penseur” (“The Thinker”) by Auguste Rodin (source: Wikipedia, public domain)

We all remember the joke, of course…

Q: What does The Thinker think about?
A: Where he left his clothes.

Not Your Typical Justice Post #JusJoJan

When I saw that Barb from Gallimauphry chose the word “justice” as today’s prompt in Linda Hill’s Just Jot It January blog hop, I had a bunch of ideas of what to write about, but one in particular stood out in my mind, especially since pitchers and catchers report to baseball’s Spring Training in less than a month, and the season starts in 73 days…

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We moved to Atlanta at the end of 1987, and while maintaining my allegiance to the White Sox, I adopted the Atlanta Braves as my hometown baseball team. Not really the best time to do that, since at that point the team was just awful, but hey, I had been a White Sox fan my entire life and more often than not they were just awful. In other words, I had experience.

During the 1989 season, a young guy named David Justice came up from Richmond to play first base, briefly in May and again in September. He didn’t have a great year, but we could tell he’d be around to stay before too long. He started 1990 at Richmond and was called up to the Braves to stay in May.

Initially, he played first base, though normally a right fielder, because right field belonged to Dale Murphy, an Atlanta legend. As the season dragged on, Murph realized that the team would do better if Justice played in right field, and told Braves management that he wouldn’t block a trade if the opportunity presented itself. Murph was traded to the Phillies on August 4, and David took over in right field and went on a tear. Over the next 59 games, he batted .324 with 20 home runs and 50 runs batted in and was named National League Rookie of the Year.

He was a key player on the Braves teams from 1991 through 1996, during which time the Braves won their division five times (a player strike prematurely ended the 1994 season and delayed the start of the 1995 season), went to the World Series four times, winning it in 1995. In the deciding game, Justice hit a home run, which proved to be the only run scored in the ballgame as Tom Glavine, with help from Mark Wohlers, shut the Cleveland Indians out. A couple of days before that game, he caused some controversy by complaining about the lackluster support he felt Braves fans were giving the team. (Which was true, by the way.) He was booed when he came to bat until the sixth inning, when he hit the homer. All was forgiven.

He was traded to the Indians during the winter of 1996, and spent four seasons with them, two seasons with the Yankees, and one with the Athletics, finishing his career with a .279 batting average, 305 home runs, 1,017 runs batted in, was an All-Star three times and was on World Series-winning teams twice. He was named to the Atlanta Braves Hall of Fame in 2007, but only received one vote for the National Baseball Hall of Fame, tainted by the Mitchell Report on the use of performance-enhancing drugs, which he denies.

One evening in 1990, I was staying with Mom and Tex while in Chicago on business, and Uncle Jack and Aunt Loretta were over for dinner. I was watching the game on TBS, and Jack came out and watched with me briefly. He said, “I’ve been watching Braves games lately, and you have some guys that can really rip the cover off the ball.” As I remember it, David Justice was at bat and lined a home run into the upper deck at Fulton County Stadium.

In another game, the pitcher brushed David back, i.e. threw the ball so far inside that David had to fall to keep from being hit. David picked himself up and homered on the next pitch.

There were some not-so-great moments, too. He was married for a couple of years to Halle Berry, with whom he shared a lot in common (both were biracial and came from Ohio, Halle from Cleveland, David from Cincinnati), but the marriage ended badly, with her getting a restraining order against him. And the PED accusations will probably keep him out of the Baseball Hall of Fame, though he might receive some consideration from the Old Timer’s Committee in the future.

The highest honor that a team can bestow on a player is to have his uniform number retired. For whatever reason, the Braves haven’t retired David’s #23 yet. I hope they do some day.

(With apologies to anyone who has no idea what I just talked about…)

Welcome to Philips! #socs #JusJoJan

We just bought an air fryer, the Philips XL. Mary, who wanted this really badly, tells me it uses very little oil to fry anything, and that it’ll cook things like tater tots and French fries. I was on board with it when I heard that. 

Anyway, “Welcome to Philips!” fit the bill for this exercise, so here we are. Funny thing is, I feel like Philips and I are old buddies, because we go way back together. One of the first record albums I had as a kid was Soeur Sourire’s The Singing Nun, which included the Top 40 hit “Dominique.” That record was on the Philips label, first record I saw on that label.

Wikipedia tells me that their full name is Koninlijke Philips N. V. and that they’re a Dutch technology company that is focusing on healthcare equipment, but also makes a lot of consumer goods like electric toothbrushes and air fryers, and as of 2012 were the biggest name in lighting, e.g. light bulbs, fluorescent tubes, etc. It would appear, though, that they’re out of the record business, but then that’s just as far as I know. When you think about it, the record business has changed so much, who knows what is happening there?

The last time I looked, they had an Atlanta office at 66 Perimeter Center East. I know that because our offices used to be there, too.

Stream of Consciousness Saturday is brought to you each week by Linda Hill and this station. It’s also part of Just Jot It January.

And now this word from Philips.

Recent Aggravations #JusJoJan

Today’s prompt word for Linda’s “Just Jot It January” blog hop is aggravate, sent to us by Fandango at This That & The Other.

I don’t get aggravated like I used to, especially when I was traveling, so the last couple of days are unusual, because I’ve had a couple of things happen that have really burned me up.

Monday, I get a call from my orthopedic surgeon’s office to let me know that my Medicare Advantage plan has approved the hyaluronic acid injections for my knees, and that the injections had arrived, so all we needed to do was set up the three appointments to have the work done. We set up the appointments for this past Wednesday and for the next two, and I was a happy camper.

That is, until we arrived at the office and discovered that neither the doctor nor the injections were there. Seems this practice has two locations, and everything was at the other one. I was not happy, nor was Mary, who has been sick this week and was kind enough to climb off her deathbed to take me. Fortunately, the doctor was there today and he brought the stuff with him, and I was able to get the same appointment times just a day later. Still, it was the pain in the butt factor.

The second aggravation happened when I sat down to write this post using the WordPress app on my Fire. All kinds of weird stuff started happening, and the more I backed up to try and fix it, the more strange characters started coming out. Then, when trying to delete the post to restart it, I managed to publish it. Not a life-threatening calamity, but still, it was a pain in the butt.

And, speaking of pains in the butt, I’ve done something that affected my gluteus maximus, and it cramps up on me whenever I walk more than ten feet. I was popping naproxen like Tic Tacs, and it wasn’t helping. Now I’m taking ibuprofen, and it seems to be working, at least better than the naproxen. But I’ve had more than my share of butt pain lately.