For every Olympic athlete who seizes the limelight with inspiring stories of pre-dawn practices and impossible comebacks, there are several who don't ever get a medal. And that's okay. You can tell the story of a person's character by how they react to -- not disaster, but a less than perfect performance. I'm so proud of the ones who say "I'm just so happy to be here" instead of crying when they get a silver or pouting when they get a bronze (Russian gymnasts, I'm looking at you!) Even when the announcer intones, "his Olympics are over" ... and they are, as far as NBC is concerned. But I have to say those are the stories I enjoy the most. I'm just sorry I don't have enough time in my life to watch more than the pre-packaged primetime coverage, taped for the next morning.
I'm reading the latest #1 Ladies' Detective Agency novel - The Limpopo Academy of Private Detection. I'm not reading it very fast because I keep trying to finish Olympic knitting, but it's just as delightful as all the others. I'm linking up to Ginny's yarn-along today.
Steve and I are going on a date to the fair this evening; I'll be able to see the knitting and quilts without kids pulling several different directions, so it'll be fun.