...  and I don't fault or blame them. And that's not meant as a challenge or dare. Astronomers using the James Webb Space Telescope have discovered a new type of object called a "black hole star" (named MoM-BH*-1). Located in the early universe about 660 million years after the Big Bang, it looks like a massive red star, but it is powered by a central black hole wrapped in a dense gas cocoon instead of nuclear fusion.  ++++++ Yesterday's breakfast was a second mug of hot & black with a jumbo slice of the cherry pie that I ordered along with the rhubarb pie that is long gone. Once every two or three years I buy a cherry pie like Mama used to make: whole montmorency cherries, a tart, red, sweet pie that just hits the spot when needed. Today, Thursday's breakfast, which I've been thinking toward while I leveled my weight off for my annual doctor appointment weigh-in, was a magic mug of the newly opened club coffee that arrived for August, along with two ...

  What, me worry? I was there, if you weren't yet alive in the best years of being an American, you missed it, that's your loss and I feel for you. It was the years after World War Two. We had It Pays To Be Ignorant on the radio every week ("It pays to be ignorant, to be dumb, to be dense, to be ignorant. It pays to be ignorant just like me."). We had Pogo the Possum with Albert the Alligator, and Maggie & Jiggs, and Our Boarding House with Major Hoople, and MAD magazine, and Dick Tracy, and Buzz Sawyer and his pal Roscoe Sweeney and Sweeney's sister Lucille, who played football, and The Squatleys with their filthiness (Mrs Squatley complaining, "Don't nobody never come clean up fo' us").  We had Captain Easy. We had Archie with Betty and Veronica. We had Li'l Abner with Sadie Hawkins Day and Lena the Hyena, and the wealthy giant crow who rode in the back seat of a long, chauffeur-driven touring car with the top down and his feathery wing...

The emergency alarm and speaker went off while I was in the shower, for no apparent reason as usual, and when we left 7H for church a few minutes later, the elevators were inoperative. At 90 years of age, we are not walking down seven levels and back up seven levels, so instead of church this morning I had pickled artichoke hearts and a martini.  First and only martini in months, have not forgotten my usual mix: ice cubes in my shaker, an ounce jigger of English gin and one of Polish vodka, a pour of dry vermouth from France, a couple of anchovy-stuffed olives from GKWhere, a pour of olive brine, and shake shake shake. This one on ice, so instead of a martini glass, which makes it classic and proper and somehow taste more right, pour into a glass mug. Maybe a bit of pickled herring to go with, eh?  A blessing or stroke of good fortune this morning is that we did not go to eight o'clock church and return to Harbour Village only to be confronted by no elevator service to level s...

Saturday's most interesting thing that happened to me at 7H was watching two of Boulder County Fairgrounds' three osprey chicks wait for, and then fight over, a fish that their father bird delivered to the nest. They waited, Dad arrived, the male chick (pure white chest feathers) fought with one of his sisters (dark feathered chest feathers), and this Time the brother bird won and commenced to tear bites from the fish. Dad brought a headless fish, which means he'd helped himself to a few bites before bringing it to the nest for the chicks to fight over. I captured some of the action in the screenshots below, some of them I dragged onto the blogpost out of order and I'll not try to correct it for fear of creating general chaos. Anyway, that's the extent of this blogpost. For creation as it is RSF&PTL T90 The title line is from the first stanza of William Alexander Percy's poem "His Peace" - -  "I love to think of them at dawn, beneath the pale,...