The Olympics are over. I’m going to miss them.
It was something to look forward to every night. Especially the weekends when television programs are notoriously bad.
Television producers should take note of the Olympic events: they had drama, tension, suspense, tears, and happiness, all under fifteen minutes. The gamut of human emotions was on display for the world to see and react to. There were successes and failures. Highs and lows. Every event had its moment. And as a spectator, you lived through them with the athletes.
London did a smashing job as host. Granted it cost them $14.5 billion to pull it off.
I always ask where does a host country get that kind of money when they can’t seem to do a very good job of taking care of their domestic affairs?
And here I thought Europe was in a financial crisis with the euro. Apparently not in London.
Did Queen Elizabeth use some of her stashed cash under her mattress at Balmoral Castle?
Did Prince Phillip sell a few gold bricks?
Maybe the newlyweds the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge sold some of their wedding loot.
The question of where the money came from eludes me completely.
But the bigger question that stumps me is this: what is London going to do now with the new stadiums, race courses, and buildings that were build specifically for the Olympics? Who pays for their upkeep?
Calvin says, “I spotted the Queen in her bloomers warming up for a game of beach volleyball at the Horse Guards Parade.”
A friend said the other day, “I’m going to spend some quality time in the walk-in fridge at work.”
It wasn’t about the weather. It was about his mood. His emotions needed chilling. They were out of hand. Leaking out and making a mess all over the floor. And this was a restaurant he worked in. Nobody wanted tears with the gazpacho. It messes with the temperature of the soup.
It’s fascinating the ways people handle emotions. So much of it is cultural.
The Japanese hide theirs behind a veneer of formality.
The British remain polite no matter what devastation is occurring.
The French smoke more and talk faster.
The Americans pop pills.
Middle Easterners shout and holler.
The Russians drink more vodka.
And the Mexicans pull out guns and shoot.
Truth is nobody handles his feelings well.
Emotions are difficult to control once they’re out. For example, Romeo and Juliet drank poison; Hamlet died in a sword fight with a poisoned tip; Caesar was stabbed; Ophelia drowned, and MacBeth was beheaded.
And that’s just our fictional relatives.
It’s no wonder people aren’t skilled at expressing their feelings. Their examples are too emotional.
Calvin says, “When I’m emotional, I roll in the foulest smelling grass my nose can find. Then I run to you for a hug.”