What am I going to write about? Today is the last day of the sporting events in the 2020ne Olympic Games. I suppose that one the plus side, the Paralympics are next, then football season starts, hockey is in two months, and it’s only one year before the Winter Olympics. Not to worry, though, my blog hasn’t become a sportscast, and I’ll be going back to my usual mish-mash of topics. Nothing unites the world like the Olympics, does it?
So, here are some final thoughts:
- A personal best is as good as a gold
- Everyone suddenly becomes an expert in techniques: “That half-pike had a slight over-rotation“
- Some sports get more coverage than others
- It’s a shame that in team sports the silver medal is a disappointment (watch the Swedish women’s soccer team)
- There’s a kinship between all the athletes across all borders. It’s nice to see the handshakes and hugs (we can hug again?) after the competition.
- Higher, Faster, Stronger. Let’s add Longer, Insyncer (that’s an awkward word?), Jumpier. Well, maybe not.
- I liked watching the Mountain biking, but didn’t get to see much of it
- Race walking, even though it is technically and mentally more difficult than distance running, still looks funny
Will I watch the closing ceremonies? Perhaps.
From my blog this week
Free Book Friday: BookFunnel makes its debut! – New platform for readers/authors
Thursday Thoughts: The Return – A Poem (and The Olympics – Part 10) – Finally inspired to write a poem (not about the Olympics)
Music Monday/Monday Musings: Now for something completely different. – What could that be?
The Olympics: An unofficial history. – The origin of the sports.
(Are you sensing a theme?)
From other blogs:
https://storyempirecom.wordpress.com/2021/08/04/writing-and-people-watching/ – Made me think of this poem that I wrote last year:
I saw that guy again on my walk today
We are at the point when we pass
That a pursed lip smile
Or a nod
When, I wonder, will the relationship progress
To where I have to say hello
I saw that woman with the cart today
Wearing all that she owns (clothes that is)
Tattered coat, even though it’s warm outside
Worn out shoes
On tired feet
When will I feel obliged
I saw that child with the others today
With matching daycare vests
Tugging dandelions off to the side
With a smile
Only he knows
Why he is
The center of his own attention
I saw that girl with the dog today
We often pass each other
Today I was running
When I passed her she was crying
Only I kept going
Was none of my business I told myself
Though I wonder…
Leon Stevens is a blogger, composer, artist, and an author of three books (so far): Lines by Leon: Poems, Prose, and Pictures, Journeys: Eight Original Pieces for Classical Guitar and The Knot at the End of the Rope and Other Short Stories.