Daytona 500

We were home today doing an impromptu home maintenance day. Lyn has a couple days off for Presidents' Day. LOL! There was an article in today's Times exploring the puncuation of President's Day-singular possessive Washington only, plural possessive Wash/Linc, plural all Presidents (W's preference, he'll have a cake).

Anyhow, I decided to grout our subway tile kitchen backsplash, which I installed 2 Februarys ago. I think that I just spotted a holiday-painter's lingo for missed spot. I got so involved in this gritty, dirty project that we abandoned plans to go into Manhattan for a Jazz Vespers performance by a bass player that we met several years ago. Oh well. We did also manage to move the piano from Lyn's studio room to Declan's. Only had to remove one door.

Then I remembered the 500! I turned it on in time to see the big wreck with about 40 laps left, then wandered in and out and managed to see the crash at 4.5 laps out, then saw the car cross the line on its' roof. Too bad MM didn't win!

Declan's band played to small vacation week crowd on Friday night, but they all managed to make a few bucks. We'll let you all know if they manage a MySpace website. They have a nice R&B/Jazz vibe going, with keyboard, sax, guitar, bass and drums. So we did get in some live music this weekend.

Our storm was more consequential for the miscues of our public works admins than for actualsnow accumulation. In a waywe were lucky that the temp stayed in the 20s so the threat of freezing rain didn't really materialize. The TV hype that these "storms" get has to be seen to be believed, at least from my Wisconsin perspective.

Time to call Magda to check in. 'Night everyone.