Showing posts with label Volleyball. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Volleyball. Show all posts

Saturday, August 9, 2008

Olympic Rambling, Sort Of

I'm watching dressage. Fascinating. Not something I'd ever do since I'm somewhat petrified of horses. I was on a horse twice, both times awful. The first, in my own drive way. The transformer on the electric pole at the end of it blew up just as we were passing by and the horse panicked. Not the horse's fault I had no idea what to do except to hang on. I was panicked too.

The second time I was on a horse I was 16 and in England. It was drizzling. The horse was inexperienced. Its feet kept slipping out from under it. The person who set it up for me was inexperienced. The saddle kept slipping from side to side because it wasn't tightened enough. I was inexperienced. Tears kept slipping down my cheeks because I just wanted it to be over. Good thing it was drizzling so it went unnoticed. Again, not the horse's fault.

Perhaps I would do better on one of those spectacular dressage horsess. At least that way one of us would know what we were doing. I'd like a gorgeous gray one please. I'm partial to them.

I won a tidy sum at a horse race once on a pretty gray horse that I chose because of it's color even though those with me laughed since it wasn't a favorite and didn't stand a chance. There's a racetrack about 45 minutes away. It's an absolutely beautiful day, cool and brilliantly sunny. I wish I had someone to go with. It would be fun to walk around, holding hands, placing $5 bets, people watching, looking at all the pretty, powerful, scary horses... Maybe someday I'll get to do that again. Maybe tomorrow I'll tell you about my forray into the world of internet dating. Or maybe not.

But I digress. I watched some team handball today too. The power and speed of those women was downright frightening! And volleyball, both hard court and beach. Not sports for me to play. I tend to close my eyes when objects are flying towards my face. My reasoning - If I can't see it, it can't hit me. Yeah, I know. Don't say it. That technique has always worked for me and that's what counts, right?

Oh, I sat on the porch for the fireworks last night. Impressive, I'm happy to report. They were spaced out at three locations across the top of the mountain so the entire skyline was sparkling. Fortunately we had a twenty minute late afternoon downpour so there were no real worries and everyone could enjoy them, even the city's firemen.

Have a great Saturday, whatever you do.