Schools in Newfoundland were closed today so that students could watch the Canadian men's curling team go for the gold -- which they won, allowing team member Russ Howard to become the oldest person (at 50) to win a medal in the Olympics. (Well, except that there's this: "The oldest man to receive a Winter Olympics medal is 83-year-old Anders Haugen. The Norwegian-American actually received his ski jump bronze medal 50 years after he competed in 1924 when a scoring error was discovered in 1974.")
Curling. The closest thing to bowling in the Olympics -- requiring more strategy but less cool shirts.
Marilyn came over tonight after dinner. We shared dessert and watched the Ice Skating Gala -- except that the ice skating was intercut with bobsledding on US TV so we switched over to Canadian TV during the long non-skates and watched the curling highlights. It is soothing, as Marilyn said, like watching the grass. But we can't watch the grass: when Marilyn left, there was 3" of new snow on her car. We have received 250 inches (give or take) this winter so far, and I can talk about curling with enough sophistication that it will undoubtedly show up, without any mindful effort on my part, as a metaphor in some paper I present in the near future.
Life in the north.
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