Saturday, June 5th, 2021 —> 14˚C / +58˚F & sunny in Atlantic Canada — @ 8:10 am? –
– From June 2nd, Wildflowers at the base of the wall – West of the driveway. –
— I woke up thinking that the solution to my problems with this office being too small for all the schnarr I have going on it lies just below my feet – in our basement – which desperately needs to be uncluttered and organized – but was where I originally expected to build an office when we moved into this house way back on my birthday in 2013 – We have pretty much all I’d need beneath the clutter down there – could use a few massive bookcases… but I do believe that would work –
— Yeah – I’ll run that past Cathi when she wakes up 🙂
~~~~~ Jim
– “Cathi – the Avatar – in the latest version of Shamrock Island.” The palce where newbies would start their ‘lives’ in “Aerendel – The Multi Player Game World” –
Thursday, October 29th, 2020 —> +6˚C / +45˚F —> Cloudy with rain south of us @ 1:51 pm Atlantic Time –
– “SgwdYrEira , Wales – Cool waterfall.” 🙂 – copied and pasted fom a search on ‘waterfalls’ – & ‘mind like a sieve’ – I forgot where that was. -jrw- –
— The world may be upside down all around us, thanks in part to the Coovid-19 pandemic, but Cathi and I are doing okay – she loves working from home and not dealing with the toxic atmosphere of her workplace. —> And the Dodgers won the World Series for the first time since 1988 – when I heard { but couldn’t watch } Kirk Gibson make that famous ‘one handed walk off home run’ that kept their hopes alive before they went on to win the World Series title.
—And, while the world may be upside down and inside out over the Covid-19 bull-chips – The Los Angeles Dodgers came out on top and won the World Series – shortened season or not – { all teams had a 60 game regular season schedule – called a ’60 game marathon’ and then 8 teams from each league squared off in a marathon post season —> ‘Wild Card’ – best of 3; division series – best of 5; league championships – best of 7: and World Series – best of 7. – one American League team that made the wild card playoffs had a win/lose average under .500 and one National League had a similar average. may ‘pundits’ like the idea of the extended playoffs, but the jury was out when it came to including teams with a winning average below .500 }
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MLB slams Dodgers’ Justin Turner for returning to field after positive COVID-19 test
Rapid PCR tests reveal all negative among players, but wife of Rays player positive
Justin Turner celebrates with the trophy after the Los Angeles Dodgers defeated the Tampa Bay Rays 3-1 to win the World Series in Game 6 on Tuesday. (Eric Gay/The Associated Press)
—Justin Turner violated coronavirus protocols when he celebrated on the Globe Life field with his Los Angeles Dodgers teammates and he refused instructions from security to leave the field, behaviour that Major League Baseball said risked the safety of others.
The commissioner’s office said Wednesday that it is starting a full investigation of the 35-year-old third baseman.
The Dodgers won their first World Series championship since 1988 with a 3-1 victory over Tampa Bay in Game 6 on Tuesday night.
Turner was pulled from the game following the seventh inning after MLB was notified that he had tested positive for COVID-19. He was quarantined in a doctor’s office off to the side, Dodgers president of baseball operations Andrew Friedman said.
Turner later returned to the field with a mask to celebrate the Dodgers’ title. He then took down his mask and posed for a team photo on the field.
Justin Turner was removed from the Los Angeles Dodgers’ 3-1 victory over the Tampa Bay Rays after registering Major League Baseball’s first positive test in 59 days, but he returned to join the celebrations about an hour after the game. { copied & Pasted – not a live video }
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“Immediately upon receiving notice from the laboratory of a positive test, protocols were triggered, leading to the removal of Justin Turner from last night’s game,” MLB said in a statement Wednesday.
“Turner was placed into isolation for the safety of those around him. However, following the Dodgers’ victory, it is clear that Turner chose to disregard the agreed-upon joint protocols and the instructions he was given regarding the safety and protection of others. While a desire to celebrate is understandable, Turner’s decision to leave isolation and enter the field was wrong and put everyone he came in contact with at risk. When MLB Security raised the matter of being on the field with Turner, he emphatically refused to comply.”
Turner became a free agent when his $64 million US, four-year contract expired following the victory.
Turner’s agent, Greg Genske, did not immediately respond to a text from The Associated Press seeking comment.
On Wednesday, both teams were still at the Dallas area hotel where they had spent the World Series.
“Last night, nasal swabs were conducted on the Dodgers’ travelling party,” MLB said. “Both the Rays and Dodgers were tested again today and their travel back to their home cities will be determined after being approved by the appropriate authorities.”
Both teams were travelling home from the Dallas area on Wednesday in co-ordination with their local health authorities, a person familiar with the arrangements said, speaking on condition of anonymity because no announcement was made.
No additional players received positive results from rapid PCR tests early Wednesday, the person said, but the wife of one Rays player tested positive, the person said. The wife and the player did not travel with the team and were to travel on their own, the person said.
A private plane was being arranged for Turner’s travel, the person said.
Players’ association gathering facts
The commissioner’s office said it will consult with the players’ association as part of its investigation. The union was in the process of gathering facts on the events.
Turner hit .307 with four homers and 23 RBIs in the pandemic-shortened season and .293 (17 for 58) with three homers and six RBIs in the post-season, including .320 with a pair of solo homers in the World Series.
“Having a mask on and staying socially distanced, he want to come out and take a picture with the trophy, which can’t state strongly enough how big of a role he’s played in the success of this organization,” Friedman said.
“But I think for him, just being a free agent, not knowing exactly how the future is going to play out. I don’t think there was anyone that was going to stop him from going out,” he said. “I think from at least my perspective and not watching it super closely with everything going on, but I think he was mindful of other people, especially other people that he hadn’t already been in contact with. This is something that we’re going to wrap our arms around tonight and in the morning and figure out where we’re going from here.”
Turner, however, was visible on the field without a mask during the celebration. And Dodgers manager Dave Roberts was nearby, also not wearing a mask.
“I haven’t seen the pictures,” Friedman said. “If there are people around them without masks, that’s not good optics at all. I haven’t seen them, so it’s hard for me to speak to it specifically.”
“But I think from our standpoint, I think the people who were around him were people that would be in the contact tracing web, anyway, with just how closely a lot of us have been around each other,” he said. “And so now I think the subsequent tests we’re going to take are really important to figure out what we do and to make sure that any of us that are potentially positive do not spread it to other people.”
Turner has served as a player representative on the union executive board and spoke about the protocols on Sept. 29, a day ahead of the Dodgers’ post-season opener.
“Obviously there’s a lot of protocols and things that we’re allowed to do and not allowed to do in getting tested every day, and I would say it’s been a pretty successful season getting to this point and getting to the playoffs,” he said then.
“I was probably in that category where I was optimistic that we were going to have a season, but there was definitely some doubt whether or not it was going to happen. So to be sitting here today watching playoff baseball as the American League kind of kicks off their wild-card round, I would say that we did a good job and I commend everyone for taking it serious and being responsible and making good choices and allowing us to get to this point.”
He addressed the success of reaching the World Series despite the pandemic on Oct. 19, a day before Game 1.
“I think it’s ultimately a testament to the players for being responsible and making good choices and doing everything that we had to do to ensure that the season was able to go on,” he said. “So I tip my cap to every player who put the uniform on and took that risk of playing and was responsible about it and did it the right way and enabled us to have a full season and now be able to participate in a World Series.”
—> If you want to watch the video, or visit the CBC new site I copied and pasted this from —> Click Here <—
Thursday, 27 ‘Snow-Vember’, 2014 – -( -1°C / +30°F & “Light Snow” which has dumped almost a foot/30 cm on us in 12 hours @6 am in Atlantic Canada )-
— Jim W, who is braver than I am, went out and shoveled a little bit already, says it might have been called ‘heavy wet snow’, but it isn’t that heavy. He measured it and says his driveway isn’t quite covered in a nice, uniform depth but most of it is 12 inches deep, with scooped out- partially wind cleared areas down at 6 or seven inches and he’s guessing the average is up around 9-12 inches, or 22-30 cm.
Wednesday, November 26, 2014 – -( +4°C / 39°F & grey & damp outside @ 3:15 pm around here )-
Photo of Cathi’s Corner with blooming “Christmas Cactus” – photo by —jim w—
We talked Doug into getting his own twitter account rather than rely one one of us to do his tweet searches for him.
Doug’s sent one original message, and retweeted 2, commented on one- there may be hope for him yet. no, he ain’t no luddite, he works w/computers and anything more might be overkill
& Doug sent us a photo -that should be below this-
Doug sent this from his little corner of New York state.
—Heavy duty storm on its way. They’re calling it a nor’easter. Expect as much as 30 cm / 1 foot of snow over night & into tomorrow.
—Uh, I’m feeling brain dead, but there’s a lot of that going around, 90% of the nonsense coming at me from the Tweet-us-sphere is telling us stuff I don’t really care about re: Jian Ghomeshi’s adventures in court.
Tuesday, November 25th, 2014 -( 13°C / 55°F – Cloudy & very wet out there @ 10:45 am in Atlantic Canada )-
Jassper le Boof on February 28, 2009 – He didn’t like being behind a barricade, but he was trying to be Cute & Lovable.
Cathi realized that all the pets have been effected by Max’s kicking off his earthly shell and charging off into the next world. Late last evening Jassper went looking for his usual number of stainless steel bowls to play hockey with on the living room floor and drive ‘mommy’ nuts with – barking, jumping around and making lots of noise as he narrates his mock games with the Boof equivalent of “Boof Boof Scores!” — But there was one bowl missing.
Moe and Domino on the window seat enjoying the sleeping bag Domino decided was his, back in Arnprior. – Photo borrowed back from MySpace –
This morning Moe l’Orange didn’t have much of an appetite for his wet food. So I brought his leftovers down to Domino, didn’t even realize Boof had followed me, and I put the bowl on top of the dresser that Jassper might be able to reach, if he really stretches- but what shocked me, is when Domino went to sniff the wet food in the bowl, Jassper growled, like he was telling him that that was Max’s, leave it alone. I turned and yelled at Jassper to cool it, “Chill!”
& I could almost go into shock when I realize how deeply I’ve been effected by this. I mean, when a human dies, even someone very close, we seem to go into a cloud of ‘shock’, disbelief and un-reality.
Last Saturday, the 22nd, the day before Max left us, I just happened to tune in to my old radio station, WPKN.org / wpkn.fm and listened to Annette Sz- read from one of her favourite books written by a Buddhist nun. Annette read a passage in which the nun described the shock she and her friends went through when their ‘Guru’ and inspiration died suddenly. She said that being as spiritual as they were, someone was shocked at how deeply their suffering was as they mourned. Someone else came up with the explanation that as they opened their heart centres through their daily attempts to practice deep meditation, they also tore away the protection that ‘normal people’ had and opened themselves to deep and powerful emotional responses in the moment. – Wow – So, Annette and the Universe got that right. Funny how we rarely have anything give us support and glimpses of what might be coming our way ahead of time. Thank you, Annette- Thank you, ‘Universe’ –
“Keeping Humans on track is such exhausting business-“
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From the Archives : Aerendel News & Reviews:
{ The first several attempts at using a theme I could live with failed – And then I found this “Lord Of The Rings” Theme – & that worked. }
Still Tuesday, November 25th, 2014 -( +14°C / 57°F & There has been sunlight and interesting shadows @ 3:00 pm in Atlantic Canada )-
After facebook contact with a good friend from WPKN radio, where I used to hang out, in Bridgeport, Connecticut, about 50 miles from NYC, I wiggled a few wires and got the speakers back at something like peak sound and listened to a couple things.
But I have to tell you, an airing of last year’s Thanksgiving (U.S. dates) program from First Voices Indigenous Radio knocked me out. It was that good. Tiokasin Ghosthorse played a recording of John Trudell of the Dakota Nation from Thanksgiving 1980. He talks about the difference between real power and brutality, and described the tactics that corporate amerika uses to convince good people that it’s hopeless to try to resist their ‘progress’ as they enslave and exploit us all. John Trudell also tells us that if we are true to the earth, the Earth will protect us.
This is an amazing talk and if this link works, I will encourage everybody to listen to it- * Link * you will have to open the page and click on “First Voices Indigenous Radio November 21, 2013 [dot] mp3.
Monday, November 24, 2014. -( +2°C / +36°F – cloudy & grey @ 8:00 am )-
Moe hoping Max leaves him some of his treat after Max gobbled up most of his own and then jumped in front of Moe to gobble up his too-
A comparatively small grey fussbudget of a cat gave up his body and strutted proudly off into the clouds, ectoplasmic tail in the air, ready to bat at anything and any body who got in his way or came between him and his food – early this morning. We think Max was a British Gray Shorthair.
My stepdaughter first saw him in a cage in a Kanata pet store where the local shelter in Ottawa had cats on display with their stories, and when she read that he was older and realized that nobody might want him because of that, her heart was touched and she had to have him.
He was not the easiest cat to get along with. He would often try to ambush anybody coming up the stairs in our just-west-of-the-Ottawa-city-limits home in Ontario. Even when he was on his best behavior, he might let you pet him for a while and then decide he’d had enough of you and take a swipe at you with his sharp little claws, acting like he meant to slash and draw blood.
A few things changed when we moved to New Brunswick. Instead of Max hiding from Domino, our alpha Bengal Cat- Domino ended up hiding from Max. Max continued to strut around and tried to invade Domino’s territory several times. We broke up minor cat fights every now and then.
About six months ago, Max had a scratch on one paw that became infected and we got him antibiotics and ‘stuff’ to paint his paw with until it healed. The first round of ‘stuff’ didn’t quite do the trick so we tried a second kind of ‘stuff’ and that did work. But the antibiotics had a side effect and Max began leaving puddles of diarrhea here and there, in ‘interesting’ places, like covering electrical cords behind the credenza that houses our stereo stuff, on the cord to the modem we depend on for our fibre optic internet and ‘cable teevee’ connection. He lost some weight. He became more voraciously hungry than before, less patient while waiting for us mere humans to get his food out of the can and into his bowl. He would often abandon his bowl, jump down, run to the porch, jump up and push Moe, -the sweetheart of an orange tabby ‘cat and a half’ 24 pounder- away from Moe’s bowl of food, gobble up all of Moe’s food and run back to his and gobble that as quickly as possible. He spent a lot of the last few months with bits cat food all over his face and head until we could get him to allow us to clean that up.
And he continued to lose weight. He was little more than skin and bones last night, lying on his side, struggling in vein to get up and get out of the box we gave him to lie comfortably in. His eyes had already glazed over.
My stepdaughter was here for a visit yesterday, Cathi said it seemed to her like Max just hung on long enough to say goodbye to her and then rapidly went downhill. Cathi saw and recognized the symptoms of a cat preparing to jump into his next life and pronounced that before I saw it coming. But when it was obvious to me, I lost it. After my step daugter had gone home, I all but fell onto Cathi’s shoulder and cried like a baby.
Several strange messages came through. As Max was lying on his side, expiring, and I was in the bathroom, just sitting there, I received this image of Max lying on his side with a golden stream of smoke rising up from his heart as a thin vertical line and then blossoming into spirit cat-ness above him. AS I cried my eyes out and asked his guardian angel if there was anything we can do to make it easier and let him know he’s been loved, no matter how mean and feisty he ever got, I felt the message, “You taught me kindness.” and yeah, now that I thought about it, in the last few months he was a whole lot less ready to tear a strip off anybody within reach, he actually purred when I pet him, and right away, didn’t wait a couple long moments and then begin to purr in spite of himself. I went out and pet him lightly where he was lying in his box, staring at nothing, and got the same kind of message, “Soon I will see my mother again.”
I’m a basket case. I can’t see through the tears. I don’t know whether I should carry Domino up to where Max’s empty shell lies and let Domino say goodbye or what.
And I better end this here before I can’t see what I’m typing.
Saturday, 22 November, 2014 – Anniversary of the JFK assassination – -( -2°C / +28°F and growing dark on a gloomy grey evening in our neck of the woods. )-
Let’s see whether this works or not:
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Jim has changed his ‘working title’ on this one a couple times, but it is set in 1963 – and, he says, a lot of things ‘hit the fan’ for several of the story line’s characters around the time of the Kennedy assassination.
One silly note: He told me he uploaded 101,174 words into their verification app. And the app only counted 100,255 words, as it says at the top of the slightly shrunken screen shot he posted at some ridiculous hour of the early early morning. 🙂 Oh – His Spouse explained that the app does not count double words and other technicalities, so if anybody NaNoWriMo-ing away has a lot of sentences “-that, that-” or similar grammatically okay things, make sure you go over the 50,000 word threshold before you copy and paste your novel into the app’s box.
Friday, November 21st. -( -3°C / +27°F @ almost 4:30 pm )-
Jassper blocking the way into the living room, piano on the left, fire behind the puppy-horse. Note, I didn’t correct the flashburn in his eyes. He does not have Orphan-Annie eyes.
I’m listening to “Sixty Years On” by Elton John, from his first album? Reliving a lot of the turmoil from the late sixties, early seventies.
My NaNo Novel has gone over 98, 000 words, is dealing with the early sixties and pouring salt in old wounds.
Somebody once told me that he’d heard that the measure of a writer is what he or she does when there is “Nothing to write”.
Sometimes I think I will never know what that feels like. I have so much to finish writing. Other times I think about writing and my head fills with pins and needles and I can’t imagine sitting down to start.
Yeah, it gets weird. But
What doesn’t?
—sigh–,
Moe, aka le bete orange, happily enjoying the torn bit of packing paper, which, he is sure – I put there just for him.
The orange cat scattered packing papers all around the living room again. When I tore one in half to roll it up and use it as the kindling and put the second half on the couch, Moe, the orange cat, jumped up on the couch, smiled at me for being so thoughtful and perched himself on that piece of paper. Yup things are back to normal around here. —WordPress’s special characters don’t like being placed in a ‘caption’.— & I’m not sure whether all beasts in French are supposed to be feminine or not. — But Moe’s a neutered male so he probably doesn’t care. And human languages are all inferior to meows in cat’s minds anyway — so would he be ‘Monsieur, la bête orange’? —
The grey visiting cat jumped down from the table this afternoon and did not go down on his face, and hurried and jumped up onto the cat perch on the porch without favoring his wounded shoulder.
Oh, the fire – for which I didn’t need Moe’s little bit of heaven to fuel it’s beginnings.
Saturday, November 01, 2014 -( 1°C / 34°F & ‘Light Snow’ is falling out there @ 9:15 -ish pm / Can I scream now? )-
Frustrating evening. Started my usual Headline news schnarr early enough, but with rain forecast turning to possibly heavy snow, when the love of my life got up we reminded each other that we had to get going and do stuff, quickly. So I left everything unfinished and went a-zooming about.
We zoomed out into the real world, raced over (within speed limits) to the nearest Kent Hardware store, bought 2 pieces of 3/8 plywood and shrink wrap plastic window schnarr.
It began raining while we were out and was cold and damp and wouldn’t have been miserable if we didn’t have to be out in the ‘not even drizzle’ level weather doing stuff.
The two pieces of plywood had to go up under the tarp that is draped over out steel shed. The first one was tricky, the second one was almost a snap.
Me, screwing things together, -not up-. Woodpile, under tarp, is probably happily going to stay dry now, whereas it might not have if the plywood wasn’t helping the tarp keep the weather away.
My fingers quickly grew numb while screwing the plywood into the 2 x 2 frame wood, but we got that accomplished. & spouseling got a chance to snap a couple photos of me while I was using wonderful power screwdriver.
Spouseling pulling the last productive plants from her garden.
And ‘mon amour fou’ had plenty to do when we didn’t need both of us to jam plywood under tarps. She had the last vestiges of her fledgeling garden to take care of, and a bunch of leaves needed to go over the newly naked garden-
“Hmmmm- Yum! Thank you, friends from the vegetable world-” Some of our best friends are vegetables.
And we had to marvel over the plants’ resilience, and thank them for making our lives much better than they might otherwise have been, without their friendship and companionship. 🙂
Sigh.
But when I got back indoors, and had to finish my headline news blog schtuff- it was after 5 pm here. Doug, in Ithaca, had been working on this when we had to go zooming out into retail land, but he had a new and unusual problem with his internet connection going off/disconnecting shortly after we were gone.
So I worked on what we had on my end. Worked about two hours, and tried to publish from here.
But Word Press has this irritating error page that pops up every now and then that says, “Do you really want to do this?” / “Please try again.”
And clicking on ‘please try again’, got me a nice- fresh- clean, “add new post” page that was completely blank. —I should have uploaded the whole group project that we had put together and you can see how long it was, and how much was involved in ‘compiling’ that.—
I went back to the ‘All Posts’ page and clicked on the ‘edit’ link for today’s project and —
Roughly about half of it was lost.
The love of my life didn’t learn any new words as I let the universe know that I was not exactly happy with the way things were going. But she did yell at me to ‘chill’ after the third or fourth barage of explitives.
And today is day one of NaNoWriMo -National Novel Writing Month- and NaBloPoMo -National Blog Posting Month-
I can probably post a blog a day without blinking. But getting 50,000 words out in 30 days is a bit of a challenge.
And I don’t want to have to spend all my time and energy screaming and swearing about computer b.s. when crashes happen to good works in progress.
