Between the Olympics, travel and now Judy's health issues, we haven't been making much time for movies, comics, Superman or the usual malarkey. When I have sat down with my computer, we've not had the usual to write on.
We'll see what the next few days and weeks look like, but, you know... priorities.
Jamie's mom is improving bit by bit. She's eaten a few bites, said a few words, stood up for a few seconds... all pretty good for someone who had brain surgery on Thursday. She's, of course, exhausted. And she still has a greatly impaired ability to communicate, so we kind of guess what to do and not do for her by giving her options and seeing if she indicates a preference in any way. She's not glassy-eyed and uncomprehending, but between the original issue, the surgery, and the meds, we're just glad she's waking up on a regular basis.
Jamie's family has really done a great job, to the point where I'm not in my usual role of bed-side guy helping out, and have been taking over roles like laundry and house maintenance and whatnot. All necessary, but not quite the crisis-side of this that I'm used to dealing with. My own family and our pals have been terrific. So, thanks to everyone.
Once again the US dominated, enough so that the narrative should be getting dull. But it's a lot of fun watching our teams win in Track & Field events, Beach Volleyball, and other sports. Heck, I even enjoyed the inevitable victory by the US Men's Basketball team. Not as much as hearing about the US Women's Soccer Team winning in a storybook finale.
I'll miss team May-Walsh in Beach Volleyball. By 2008, we were over the bikinis and focusing on the sport and by 2012, it was all about the amazing feat of three-peating in an incredibly difficult sport. And not just winning, but only losing one set in 3 Olympics. Absolutely astounding.
Someone at NBC got the memo, I might add, and the interviews with athletes never turned accusatory, whether athletes placed or not. And most certainly nobody was asked if they were disappointed at getting a Bronze or Silver. Now, if the guy covering wee women's gymnastics could learn to dial it down about 11 notches, he might make the sport a lot more tolerable to watch. Ie: It's weird that you're a grown man and unironically a total fanboy of these weird little 16 year old girls who don't go to school so they can do cartwheels all day. I would be terrified to see your apartment.
The closing ceremonies were fine. The usual mish-mash of good and bad ideas. I understand that part of the theme was the passing of the torch, but don't have recent bands come on and sing standards for absolutely enormous artists. I don't want to see a teen heart-throb covering Pink Floyd or Johnny Rocker Random cover The Who. Especially when you have the The Who. Or half the Who.
Special note: I keep reading that Daltry and Townsend were there and played, but I somehow missed that as part of the telecast or else I left the room when Daltry was not the one who started with "Pinball Wizard". Whatever.
And if you're not going to deliver Bowie, stop playing his music. Bush league.
Anyway, we'll be watching again in 18 months when the Winter Games show up in Mother Russia.