It is late at night/early in the morning, and I am watching the opening of the Olympics. I am imagining Tara watching in London. I understand there are huge screens in the parks and the locals are gathering with picnics watching the events 'live'. I guess they are the poor man's Olympics. I tried to get tickets for our time there, and the prices were prohibitive. I will be happy to be in the city and part of the crowd, tickets or not.
I am alternately intrigued and rather horrified by the spectacle. I have only seen bits and pieces, and of course it is spectacular, but also kitschy and expensive and sometimes ridiculous. The Londoners appear delighted, and that is most important, because they have been moaning about the expense and the disruption for months.
I am interested, but not enough to devote my undivided attention. I will have the television running while I pack and organize, and I will cheer when I see an extraordinary performance. A scandal or two will make it all more interesting,
I am alternately intrigued and rather horrified by the spectacle. I have only seen bits and pieces, and of course it is spectacular, but also kitschy and expensive and sometimes ridiculous. The Londoners appear delighted, and that is most important, because they have been moaning about the expense and the disruption for months.
I am interested, but not enough to devote my undivided attention. I will have the television running while I pack and organize, and I will cheer when I see an extraordinary performance. A scandal or two will make it all more interesting,
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