For Steve. I'll be working, but he's off on holiday through next Monday - the 22nd - and ready. As lovely as his kids are this year they're still. . .well. . .kids and demand a lot of energy and attention. Time for a break for everyone. I am hoping we get some snow so that we can get some outdoor sports in. Right now, I'm contenting myself with the Winter Olympics and grateful that I was a downhill skier before the technology outstripped our knees capacity to handle it. It a fun over the top excess that I take guilty pleasure in every four years. I know we should be using the money for something else, like the people of Haiti. AND I know it feeds an awful lot of stereotypical jock behavior - go ahead and cripple yourself for your sport. AND this year, sadly, a young man has died already in the luge practice, but in spite of all that, the Olympics are my chance to marvel, fantasize and get motivated to get out THERE. And a fine excuse to sit and watch.
We are watching the opening ceremonies as I write this and I'm charmed by the indigenous dancers. They've been at it for a very long time. That should be one of the sports, given the gear these folks are wearing and the physical demands of dancing and drumming nonstop while the parade of athletes walks into the stadium. One of the things I love about Canada, among many things I love about Canada, is that their political system and structure makes room for the voiceless. Their senate creates an affirmative action for the typically under represented and marginalized, the First Nations people among them. Now, I know it's not perfect and they have their share of indigenous people who are living twilight lives in the shadow of post colonialism, but at least the Canadians acknowledge the existence of someone else beside the white "settlers". Better than this country. Much.
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