Just Another Snippet...

Before the Games get started for today.

Is it just my imagination or are all the competitors, especially those on the slopes, all handsome or beautiful and have great teeth and beautiful complexion?

Or is my eyesight going south just like the rest of me? If they are all purty I may have to rethink my feelings about living in a world with snow and ice 6 months a year.

Where You Will Find Me…

For the duration… I am an Olympics junkie and especially the winter Olympics. 

Underneath the flash spot you can see the reflection of my feet and SueSue’s back end.  They are very patient with me and both are usually up on the bed sleeping ‘watching’ with me.

Both of these were taken while watching the snowboard time trials.  I don’t see how those kids stay on their feet.  It really gets hairy when they start racing in the heats after the time trials.  There will be 4 racers on the course at a time and it’s kinda like a cross between snowboarding and freestyle wrestling.  There are bumps and falls and ducking under and jumping over downed boarders and the jumps and whoever is standing at the end of the run, the top two I think, will advance to the next race.  I enjoy these even more than the tricks and jumps of the half-pipe because of the skill needed to navigate the downhill drops and avoid the other boarders and outthink all the others to the gold.

So while I probably won’t be posting much for a bit… you’ll know where I am.  Watching every event I can on the winter sports…

Except for this evening.  I’m going to Norman to watch the OU Women’s basketball team play top ranked Connecticut women.  The ticket was one of my birthday presents and the weather is cooperating but after the game I will be watching the re-runs of whatever I missed while at the game.

BOOMER SOONER!!!

Row, Row, Row Your Boat...

I'm sitting here this beautiful Sunday morning watching the sculling competition from Beijing. I love the Olympic Games, and I especially enjoy watching the sculls. I have always wanted to try rowing. It just looks so peaceful, out on the water, pulling on your oars in such a rhythmical beat, in tune with yourself, the boat, the water. I don't have any idea where this desire was born or why I feel so drawn to it, but I hope, before I die, to be able to try it to see if it is all that I feel that it would be. Knowing me, I would probably tip over, but then I never had been afraid of getting wet. Come to think of it, as long as I can remember I've had people telling me I'm all wet anyway.

Ahhh, if you don't have dreams, what do you have?