The Olympics are over (until 2014 – SOCHI!!! Winter Olympics and Russia – two of my great loves), and I’m torn between sadness and mild relief that life can return to normal and I don’t have to watch beach volleyball again AT ALL until Rio.
The littles are asking for rhythmic gymnastics lessons; Joy has discovered that she loves tennis; Grace keeps practicing diving off the couch (I would feel so much better about this if she would just put a pillow down first); I want to start practicing for single sculls.
Carl is almost done with Aramaic and ready to start Syriac, then Latin.
I leave it to you to determine which of us has proper priorities.
I learned a few things during the Olympics.
Number One: I am not, nor will I ever be, an athlete. Much as I respect and admire them, my dedication and passion is for writing, not sport. Also, I am incurably clumsy, which is not good in an athlete (well, not for anyone, really, but especially an athlete).
Number Two: For me, beach volleyball gets tremendously boring after half of a game. Water polo is ok for one full game. Court volleyball means I turn the television off immediately. Guess what sports NBC inevitably showed during the day, while I was freest to watch?
Number Three: I really don’t get much pop music (this was cemented during the closing ceremony, where my favorite performers were STOMP).
Number Four: I am always going to get annoyed when people are disdainful about the Olympics. THEY ARE MORE THAN SPORT END OF STORY.
Number Five: I will cry over amazing against-the-odds stories. Also whenever the camera shows Michael Phelps and his family.
Number Six: Mr Bean is funny, but Kenneth Branagh is MAGIC.
Number Seven: I must go to England sometime. I get homesick whenever I see pictures of it – truly homesick – and I’ve never been there. It is, quite simply, in my blood.
Any tidbits of wonder for you during this Olympics?