Ray Bradbury. I teach a couple of his stories at school and one of his novels. They are spectacularily written, so I thought I'd take this moment and wish him many happy returns.
--Gabi
Books I'm reading now:
Dragonsdawn by Anne McCaffrey
The Governess wears Scarlet by Sari Robbins
Friday, August 22, 2008
Sunday, August 10, 2008
The Olympics...
OK, I've been slow, I admit, but I've got an excuse (that's all it is--an excuse. Doesn't mean I shouldn't have blogged, because I should have, but it's an excuse). First, I had another birthday between the last blog and now, but the biggie is that I'm back at school. Yup, I'm back at the day job, and that's my excuse. And now, well, now there's the OLYMPICS--
All caps. That's right. I'm a fan. A huge fan. I don't follow sports normally. I don't care for basketball, although I've been to a few Lobos games with my husband, who gets season tickets, don't really care for MLB, although if I have to pick my team is the Padres, and I watch the Superbowl for the commercials. But the Olympics were always huge when I was growing up. My father would watch everything he possibly could and would make us watch with him. And I mean everything. I am glued to the TV when kayaking comes on, and yesterday's women's sabre event was thrilling. I wish they would show more of the obscure events. I will watch the entire length of the bike races, the marathon, anything. During the opening ceremonies, I cried. Several times. (I also have to suppress my own feelings of inadequacy--what the heck have I achieved) And I root for the underdog and the stars.
I love the Olympics for everything it's supposed to stand for, for the dreams of the individuals, and, yes, even for the patriotism that it inspires. (Although I have to warn you that the Hungarians receive as loud cheers as the Americans--despite their hideous outfits.)
Probably the biggest part of the Olympics for me though is that it is a sort of memorial to my father. He died nearly twenty years ago, and for me and my family, watching the Olympics is a tribute to him. It's when I do my best remembering of him. And I cry. And it's a good thing.
It looks like I've passed on the love of the Olympics to the next generation as well. The kids are glued to the TV with me. So I'm off to watch the Olympics now.
I hope you can make such memories with your families.
--Gabi
Books I'm reading now:
Moving Pictures by Terry Pratchett
By the Sword by Mercedes Lackey
Bedding the Heiress by Cathy Maxwell
Some Like it Wicked by Teresa Medeiros
All caps. That's right. I'm a fan. A huge fan. I don't follow sports normally. I don't care for basketball, although I've been to a few Lobos games with my husband, who gets season tickets, don't really care for MLB, although if I have to pick my team is the Padres, and I watch the Superbowl for the commercials. But the Olympics were always huge when I was growing up. My father would watch everything he possibly could and would make us watch with him. And I mean everything. I am glued to the TV when kayaking comes on, and yesterday's women's sabre event was thrilling. I wish they would show more of the obscure events. I will watch the entire length of the bike races, the marathon, anything. During the opening ceremonies, I cried. Several times. (I also have to suppress my own feelings of inadequacy--what the heck have I achieved) And I root for the underdog and the stars.
I love the Olympics for everything it's supposed to stand for, for the dreams of the individuals, and, yes, even for the patriotism that it inspires. (Although I have to warn you that the Hungarians receive as loud cheers as the Americans--despite their hideous outfits.)
Probably the biggest part of the Olympics for me though is that it is a sort of memorial to my father. He died nearly twenty years ago, and for me and my family, watching the Olympics is a tribute to him. It's when I do my best remembering of him. And I cry. And it's a good thing.
It looks like I've passed on the love of the Olympics to the next generation as well. The kids are glued to the TV with me. So I'm off to watch the Olympics now.
I hope you can make such memories with your families.
--Gabi
Books I'm reading now:
Moving Pictures by Terry Pratchett
By the Sword by Mercedes Lackey
Bedding the Heiress by Cathy Maxwell
Some Like it Wicked by Teresa Medeiros
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