“Hey kids! Let’s put on a show!” the quote goes back to the 1939 move Babes in Arms, but it has a place right now. I’ve just spent in excess of four hours, watching the opening ceremonies for the 2016 Olympics. Every four years, two if you count the seasonal split, the Games inspire an evening of entertainment that never fits a formula.
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An unforeseen delay this morning, just as we were ready to head out for a group breakfast: a half-marathon course, right by the front entrance. I’m unsure how many runners were involved, but we waited until the group had passed, and then detoured significantly. Didn’t want to have to tag along at the end of a long, slow queue. Have to put the date up, for next year.
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Couldn’t figure out why the code wouldn’t flow… for some reason, my efforts to connect a trio of Morse keys was getting me nowhere. Tested the connections, and all seemed sound, except that there was no sound. Downloaded and read the relevant pages in the manual. Tweaked menu settings. Changed cables. And then, after lifting one key and setting it down again, everything clicked. Just one of those mysteries.
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Just for the record, I don’t flog. Tried the game/sport a few times, and after a recorded score of 120 on the front nine in Stanhope, I decided to save what remained of my pride. After all, the scorecards aren’t designed for triple digit stroke counts, and the people behind me lose their patience. Part of it comes down to weak eyesight. Searching through acres of underbrush is necessary when people go missing. Tiny, hard spheres? Better to buy a bucket over at the range, and lug it around. Or find another way to ruin a perfectly lovely walk.
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After reading a story in the news, I had to pause and wonder “How did they get there?” This involves an unfortunate death, of a young man, and with that youth a disregard for “the rules of the game”. There are many examples, but this one surprised me.
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I love when new equipment marries with traditional technique, and life goes on. The weather this afternoon, flawless, reminded us that we had purchased newfangled snowshoes at another point in our lives, and that mine were still sealed in the original packaging, with the original tags. No more excuses accepted.
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At some point, it was decided that there would be an unofficial national holiday. The purpose, to distract the people of the world with a really big show, and sell lots of high calorie foods and simply take a break from winter (in the Northern hemisphere, but the south could join in, quietly). And for those who pretend to watch sports, but only once a year, there would be a football game, because… well, because.
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“Perhaps… just a small slice of the fruitcake.” No! That’s how the holiday begins, and once you’ve started, you can’t just stop the merry-go-round. I’ll wait; a little longer. The solstice isn’t far off.
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Put into a contest between the Grey Cup and Netflix, I’m a captive audience – to a detective series. I’ll do my own reseach, as the score is available on the news sites. The only thing missing will be, well, the game. Maybe next year.
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Akin to an ancient warrior, about to return to the field after decades of absence, I prepared myself. Laundered my garments, bathed in the local stream (of hot water). Prepared my armour, which came down to finding where my helmet had been packed and checking to see if the leather gauntlets still fit. Set aside coins, in case I had to pay due to the gods of the city (parking gods, in particular). With all in order, I set off for the metropolis, alone.
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