Watch for the rising waters
Still too early for the paperwork to be completed, but I’m going out on a limb with my estimate; Canada will finish in the Top Three at the present Olympics. We won’t have received the medals that count (for me): hockey, “real” curling, anything in speed skating, but others are impressed. Now I just have to set the alarm for tomorrow before dawn. The Closure. One of the big moments on my quadrennial approach to sports.
(Yes, I try to practice some sport, at least once during a given four year period. There. Leave me alone.)
Meanwhile, the next big thing on the televised sports calendar will be March Madness, which I forecast will last for most of the next month. At the end, should I happen to hear the name of the winning school in conversation, I’ll have added to my pool of meaningless trivia. I mean, really… college basketball? Unless you have a betting gene, that isn’t proof of anything.
In Ontario, the waters are rising. Not everywhere, but in a surprising number of cities that I can actually locate on a marked map. I did forward the advice (from CBC) on how to handle imminent flooding in one’s basement. First thing, don’t go there. The city or the basement. There are more eloquent ways to install an indoor swimming pool. Why do you think I keep such a keen eye on my own sump hole? Don’t want any surprises…
My parents went through the rising waters routine, several times; I finally learned that there used to be a small creek that flowed downhill to their property. Hidden away by housing (constructed on a disaffected golf course from before WW2), but remembered by nature for an eventual need for natural drainage.
