I’m not much of a sports fan. I like football season, because I know I don’t have to worry about entertaining my husband. He has the game to do that. I am enjoying watching bits and pieces of the Olympics.
We watched the opening ceremonies with great interest. I would have understood more of the script had they been depicting American history, instead of British. The volunteer labor it took to put on the show was, in a word, brilliant.
Director Danny Boyle put on an amazing and complicated spectacle combining special effects, drama and comedy. Can you imagine having the conversation with Queen Elizabeth II when he outlined his idea for her entrance to the games by helicopter and parachute accompanied by James Bond? Most stories written about the House of Windsor and the queen agree she has a good sense of humor, and if that notion was ever in doubt it has now been put to rest.
Watching the games this week, I found the men’s and women’s gymnastics fascinating. Maybe I am just paying closer attention to it, but it seems to me I am seeing more young girls in Madera this week wearing their hair in the pony and bun styles favored by the female athletes in London. Some of those female gymnasts look like they are only 7 or 8 years old. Their discipline is to be admired...