Baseball Reliquary, Snow, and New Phone #socs

I never knew about it, but there’s a place called The Baseball Reliquary. Its mission is stated right on the page:

The Baseball Reliquary is a nonprofit, educational organization dedicated to fostering an appreciation of American art and culture through the context of baseball history and to exploring the national pastime’s unparalleled creative possibilities.

They have a Shrine of the Eternals there, which is like The Basesball Hall of Fame’s, but using different criteria for election. Among the notables are Dick Allen (who played for the White Sox and was quite the character), Emmet Ashford (the game’s first Black umpire), and Jim Abbott (a one-armed pitcher who was a great fielder). The Reliquary is located in Monrovia, California, home town of former White Sox pitcher Cisco Carlos.

1969 Cisco Carlos baseball card (source:

Ironically, Cisco is not enshrined at The Baseball Reliquary.

Water is a fascinating liquid. It freezes at 32° F (0° C) and turns into steam at 212° F (100° C). Usually the temperatures stay above freezing here, but yesterday they didn’t, and look what happened.

It’s started to thaw, and (hopefully) by Tuesday morning, when I have one of my last sessions of therapy, it will be all gone. See, when we go bye-bye car I walk out the front door and out to the stairs, then sit on the top stair and push myself (carefully and one step at a time) to the bottom. I’d end up with a wet behind if the snow isn’t gone by then.

I took that picture with this.

iPhone 8 (source: Apple)

I decided it was time to replace my iPhone 4S and that this was the time of year to do it. Mary decided she wanted the old one, so as soon as I get a new SIM card for it (the one she has is too big) it’ll be hers. So far I like it, but am more than a little annoyed with Apple, who gets it in their head that you have to sign up for iCloud and Apple Pay and keeps nagging you to do so.

All for now.

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At some point I’ll tell the story of Walkie’s delicious concoction…


Pain In The Backside #socs

Funny Linda should pick “cramp” as today’s prompt…

My aquatic therapy is going quite well. I’ve gotten to where my therapist, Meghan, stays outside the pool and just tells me what to do, and I can do it. There’s a lot of walking back and forth in the water, both forward, backward, and sideways, as well as exercises I do in the water. It’s a full hour, and I can be pretty tired after all that exercise, especially since I live a relatively sedentary lifestyle otherwise.

While I’m sore when I get finished, there’s no actual pain, at least there hadn’t been until last night (I’m writing this Friday afternoon, so “last night” means “Thursday night/Friday morning”). I woke up at 4:30 this morning with the worst charley horse in my left buttock I think I’ve ever had. I’d try to roll over, and the pain would just intensify. It seemed like the only way I could lie in bed was flat on my back, which I don’t like to do because I start to snore and wake Mary up (that was a moot issue, since Mary was already awake and sitting in the living room reading or playing Candy Crush).

Fortunately, at Mary’s insistence a couple of months ago, I bought this little contraption, a muscle and joint massager. I keep it near the bed for just such occasions.

Mine is black, but it’s the same thing. Source:

I turned it on and held it on the affected area, and a few minutes later, while the area still hurt, I could at least roll over and go back to sleep. While I was working the cramp out, Mary heard it and came up to investigate.

“What’s that noise?” she asked.

“It’s the massager you told me to get. I have a cramp in my ass.”

“Aren’t you glad I made you get it?”


With that, she left, and I went back to massaging my butt.

Seriously, if you tend to get charley horses or tightness in muscles, the thing is great. It’s long enough that you can reach almost everywhere on your body, the speed is adjustable, it’s lightweight, and definitely worth the price, which is a lot less expensive than the professional ones that massage therapists use (Mary has been trained as a massage therapist, so we have a couple of the heavy-duty ones).

Pado USA didn’t give me a free massager or pay me for writing this.

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That Note Was Given To Me By Bing Crosby… #socs

…and was he glad to get rid of it! From the 1944 movie Two Girls And A Sailor, with June Allyson, Gloria DeHaven, Van Johnson, and “Schnozzola,” Jimmy Durante. Harry James and His Orchestra provide the accompaniment.

I didn’t realize that Durante wrote the music for that song (Ben Ryan wrote the lyrics). The last scene of that movie always chokes me up: Durante’s character has a son in the Navy, and at the end, the son (Durante in a sailor’s uniform, the iconic “Cracker Jack” style) walks into the club, catches his father’s eye, and says “Dad!” Durante (also playing the father) says “Junior!” and the two of them hug. Obviously, they had a double in uniform… But think about the time (the latter days of World War II) and how parents went for months not knowing if their son was all right…

Well, that was the first thing I thought of when I heard the prompt was “ink.” I did write the story about learning to write with a fountain pen for my first A to Z Challenge in 2012, which you can see here.

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Clairol Freshens Your Hair Instantly #socs

Thanks to Linda, this song is now running through my head.

Psssssst! didn’t actually clean your hair, from what I gather: it was talcum powder mixed with alcohol and put in an aerosol can. I guess when you sprayed it on and fluffed your hair, the talcum dried up the oil, and brushing your hair got rid of the oily talcum powder, leaving your hair less oily and smelling better. I think Mom bought it once. I tried it, and was underwhelmed by the results. But I bet some of you have used it…

I realize that has nothing to do with “psst! or any other attention-getting noise or word.” I just thought it was appropriate, plus I had the damn song stuck in my head.

I used to get phone calls from people selling auto insurance all the time. I already have auto insurance, but I get the calls anyway. Evidently someone likes to go around the Internet plugging my name and phone number into things. For a while, they were ordering pizzas from Pizza Hut and Papa John’s, then they figured out I had contacted my local restaurants and told them that if they get an order from me, it might not actually be me. So whoever it is (I have a very good idea who’s screwing around with me, so if any of you live in or around Brownsville, Texas, I’d like you to run an errand for me…) started instead giving my name and phone number to auto insurance agents. Now, if I don’t recognize a number, I won’t answer. If they want, they can leave me a message, and if it’s a robocaller, I report them on Truecaller as a spammer.

Anyway, I got a call from one person selling insurance who launched into her spiel, which I wasn’t interested in, so I tried to get her attention. I started with a polite “excuse me,” then a louder “EXCUSE ME,” then “HEY!”, then “HEY!” and finally “HEY!” She said, “That’s very rude, you know,” and hung up. I didn’t care. She had it coming.

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Looks like butterscotch… mmmmm…

Arm Troubles #socs

I’ve been doing aquatic therapy for a couple of weeks now, in an attempt to make my knees feel a little better and perchance to lose enough weight that I can be considered for knee replacement (yes, I’ll need both done, eventually, but I’m hoping to delay it with hyaluronic acid injections, also known as “rooster comb” injections because that’s where they get the stuff from). It’s having a positive effect in that the knees don’t feel as bad and I’m having less trouble climbing the stairs (descending the stairs is still accomplished by my sitting on the steps and pushing myself down).

My legs are doing well. My arms, on the other hand, are aching. My therapist has me doing arm exercises to firm up my core, which involve running my arms through the water while I hold my gut in. I move my arms up and down, forward and backward through the water, which provides a certain amount of resistance. Combined with all the other stuff I do with my arms just in everyday living (using banisters on my way up and down the stairs, walking with a cane, bracing myself against walls, holding chair arms to push myself up out of chairs etc.), I’m putting a lot of strain on them. We were concerned that I lacked the upper body strength, but that doesn’t seem to be a problem. I feel it especially in my shoulders and upper arms. It’s not really pain, more soreness from the work I’m doing. If I did more leading up to this, I’m sure I wouldn’t have these problems now, but I’m putting that behind me and living with the aches and soreness.

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