Watching the spear-throwing competition
The chorus was back this evening. OK, a solo artist from the chorus. Maybe the group will perform a bit later, as the moon gets higher in the sky. And against all odds, I managed to record a few short bursts of song. The odds live here, and when silence is a virtue, they want to provide a counterpoint. Silly; they don’t even know the words.
I was out, twice, before dawn. Seemed necessary to the pet with the wet nose. I don’t recover as well from disruptive nights, so my morning coffee was almost a noontime potion. Thankfully, the only away trip today involved getting milk, and that doesn’t require great bursts of energy or stamina.
The news seemed to be on cycle (recycle) all afternoon, given that changing the channel would have required one of those bursts. Not much happening in the larger world, other than a refugee crisis in Europe “unequalled since the Second World War”. I’m not sure what that means. I guess the authorities didn’t learn many corrective strategies last time around. Seriously.
There’s ongoing sport competition in China (World level), and I took a few minutes to watch the javelin throw. Seems to have evolved little since I was in high school; a bit more range, and no sign of the “catchers” that we always joked about. I can’t imagine waiting four years to show off my spear-chucking skills, particularly when the hunt seems to be entirely without food gathering importance. I guess that the old ways of doing things have taken on symbolic value.
