Wriggles, Wobbles, Crashes
This is a strange feeling. I can't see my blog at the moment so writing like this I feel like I'm throwing words into a gaping black hole. I'm in the mood to write, but somehow in one of those moods where I don't feel like saying anything.
I saw the Winter Olympics Opening Ceremony tonight. Yay for us! My Grandma is a legend, she sent us the opneing ceremony and the first day of highlights in fast post.
What can I say about the opening ceremony? It was kind of cool, somewhat very weird, and kind of lacking in something I can't yet figure out. The best bit was probably when they did that human skiing thing, that was the best. I can't imagine how they managed to do that.
Now I have an idea...maybe the whole ceremony felt kind of dettached and wanting because it just didn't seem like a winter ceremony. Ok, yes, everyone was rugged up to the ears looking like seal pups with wild hair does perched decoratively on top, but there was no real skating. At Salt lake city they were pumping out the skaters as fast as the musicians and it was much more emotional.
Maybe I'm just picky. I did enjoy it while I was watching it. But I feel like I do after reading a mediocre book, it's good, but not striking; pretty, but not beautiful.
The first day of highlights was fun, the watching of which I've concluded must not be undertaken without the riotous company of siblings. Because Australia is so lacking in the face of Winter sports, whenever a competition came up not featuring an Australian we all chose a different country to barrack for. I chose Canada (no prizes for guessing why), Hannah went for Russia, Caleb turned traitor and cheered the Americans, and Aaron and Josh turned completely Nazi and barracked for Germany (the which of who--lamentably--won two gold medals wherease Canada didn't even get a showing. Bother it. Canada will rise to glory yet! *throws exploding bananas at Caleb*).
I'm determined I shall learn to skate yet. I don't know how this will be achieved. My family has a history of weak ankles (going by my experience with high heels I conclude I am not lacking in this gene) and despite my best efforts my determination to learn how to roller-blade landed me flat on my back with a cursing tailbone. That was not a nice day.
Ice seems nicer than concrete. I'm not sure yet why this is. Perhaps the cold environement dulls nerve endings? This could be a valid point and one I will consider worth celebrating. That is if I can get rid of my bambi legs. My last glorious display on ice also landed me flat on my backside, certain body parts smarting despite the overlaying of thick, cushiony clothing. What hurt more was my wounded little pride having to watch my two youngest brothers scooting around on the ice like ice hockey gurus. Now why can't I have that gene?
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