Rain, rain, stay away (from my basement)
Another day of second guessing the weather. Rain began around lunch time; now, five hours later, the sump hole remains dry. Why does that matter? Well, it IS winter, and the ground is frozen. Any new liquid precipitation has to go somewhere, and a basement is as good a goal as any. I’d hate to be surprised, so I’ll eyeball the situation until normal temperatures prevail. In passing, there is still no ice out in the Strait.
I’m trying to decide if going to a concert, in the city, might be a cool way to spend an evening. I mean, for the dog (car sitter), that’s a given, but I’d hate to get storm stayed. Forecasts aren’t very good, given that I have a lead time of almost a fortnight. Should I gamble the price of the ticket? To be resolved.
This is Grammy Awards night. No, not an honoured relative; music awards. I have not checked the list of nominees (my guide to what is hot and new, each year), but there is time. Still a few hours off. Besides, I have nothing more than vicarious interest. No gowns to amaze, no chance of a seat in the audience. Perhaps I’ll check the channel.
Back after a quick scan. The names to retain are (in no particular order), Lizzo, Ariana and Billie. Multiple categories. I actually recognize the artists, thanks to YouTube, and would listen to each for more than the mandatory fifteen seconds of fame. Also, there is no Celtic Trad category, which leaves out any local contenders.
