Good morning on this chilly Thursday, September 29, 2016. It’s National Coffee Day, and I’m about to celebrate with my usual morning tipple: a large latte made on my own espresso machine with beans freshly ground in my own burr grinder. I could not live without either the equipment or the libation! On this day in history, the first U.S. Congress adjourned in 1789, and, in 1941, the Babi Yar massacre began in Kiev, with the Nazis and their minions shooting nearly 34,000 Jews in a ravine.
Notables born on this day include Miguel de Cervantes (1537), Caravaggio (1571; in my estimation one of the ten greatest painters of all time), who painted this:
. . . . (continuing with today’s births), Françoise Boucher (1703), Horatio Nelson (1758), Trofim Lysenko (1898), Michelangelo Antonioni (1912), Jerry Lee Lewis (1935), Lech Wałęsa (1943; Malgorzata informs me that he was “born in a village close to Dobrzyn and his first job as a mechanic with agricultural machinery was in our Dobrzyn”), Ann Bancroft (1955; wait? she’s younger than I am??!). Those who died on this day include Winslow Homer (1910), Rudolf Diesel (1913, inventor of the eponymous engine), Carson McCullers (1967), W. H. Auden (1973), Casey Stengel (1975), and Tony Curtis (2010). Meanwhile in Dobrzyn, Andrzej is distributing treats to the animals, inciting some intermammalian competition:
Cyrus: You’ve got more.Hili: Because you ate yours quicker.
Cyrus: Ty masz więcej.Hili: Bo ty swoje szybciej zjadłeś.
You don’t get many cat photos from me. (I like cats.) This is a barn cat on my neighbors’ place. There are two, but the other one is seldom seen. They’re essentially wild, living on mice, voles, and the unreliable charity of my neighbors, who feed them just enough so they won’t molest the chickens. They aren’t approachable. Neither has a name.
Here’s Hitch (honorary cat) enjoying a marrow bone in the sunshine. Life is good. Taken through the spotting scope.