I’ve been nose to television tubes nearly all weekend watching the Olympics. I’ve single-handedly murdered more than my share of trees, what with all the tissues I’ve burned through for the eye dabbing and nose blowing. I cried during the opening ceremonies, I’ve cried through the commercials, the back stories have brought me to my knees, and I cry every time I hear our National Anthem.
And we’re only two days into the whole spectacle.
I’ve had two near brushes with Olympic greatness in my lifetime. One time was in the 1980’s when I was making an appearance as the year’s California Cooler Poster girl (oh, I am full of surprises and no, I do not have a copy) at a convention. Greg Louganis, the Olympic diver who won gold at the 1984 and 1988 games, was signing posters a few aisles over, where are the really important poster people were. He autographed a poster for me, and he couldn’t have been more gracious. I still have that poster.
My second brush with Olympic greatness occurred when I just happened to be at the right place in Burbank as the Olympic torch was being carried by a local newscaster while running down the middle of Alameda. I cried then too.
The girl children who live in my home are glued to the television with me, although they have yet to shed a tear. Probably because their hormones, while active enough, are not playing fast and loose with their sanity. As pre-menopause is wont to do.
In keeping with the spirit of the Olympics, the oldest girl child attempted a double axle on the boardwalk at the beach today, quite by accident, and earned herself a trip to the ER. While her ankle is not broken, she has a sprain with some nerve damage. Her parting gift from the hospital was an attractive little black boot. After a little rest, some ice, and a good deal of melodrama, she’ll be good as new.
Although since she shares my DNA, she’ll likely milk it far into the Fall.
In our house, we’re partial to swimming, diving, volleyball (beach and indoor), and gymnastics. What has been your favorite event?