it has been all about the olympics over at my house this past week.
oh, and catching up from the millions of posts i didn’t read while in spain and in the past two weeks due to working and moving and being internet-less.
the moving days were glamorous. i slept in a chair two nights. i used a cardboard box as a plate-ish thing one night while eating taco bell for dinner because i had already sent all my real plates home. my car was crammed with most of my earthly possessions for about three days because i moved out of my apartment last tuesday and had to work two more days before driving home for good that thursday.
all of which has reminded me to say: did i tell you i was moving?!
because i did. i’m back to east side livin’. it’s also classy, in the gangsta way i try to perpetuate. ya feel me?
but back to the olympics. so in this house, owned by my parents, to which i have newly moved, and which, praise Jesus, is equipped with both cable and internet, we have been watching the olympics basically nonstop.
i sat through the most harrowing game of women’s soccer EVER, y’all. okay, maybe not ever. probably the 1999 world cup final was the most harrowing game ever. in that case, i sat through the second most harrowing game ever.
or maybe it really was the most harrowing game ever, simply because at this time i am old enough to actually analyze the game instead of just watching it.
okay. whatever. i don’t even know where i’m going with that anymore.
i will tell you if i escape watching soccer, gymnastics, and track and field without going neurotic, it will be a gold medal worthy accomplishment, amen.
beach volleyball, thankfully, has given me no such neuroses. can we give misty may-treanor and kerri walsh-jennings a gold medal for that?
speaking of gold medals, here’s some gold medal gymnastics commentary thanks to my brother:
first you should know that we kept joking that the russians looked so miserable all the time because if they didn’t win medals, they were going to be sent off to siberia to work camps. so after watching the competitors on floor in yesterday’s gymnastics competition, aliya mustafina leading the way and looking as depressed as ever, my brother said in a russian accent, “she can see the gulag already.”
then we were watching the men on high bar (which, by the way, shafted much?) and a german got up to compete. i said something about hoping he would win gold because, as i said, “I CAN GET BEHIND THE FATHERLAND.” my brother took a moment to think, then said matter-of-factly, “i can’t. but i can get behind him.”
i would be talking to you about spain instead of the olympics except that i don’t even know what to say about spain yet. the whole trip seems like it happened five years ago and even these past two weeks seem like an incomprehensible blur, so needless to say, there hasn’t been much processing of anything spain-related yet.
so i’m going to work on that, and work on finishing reading the rest of the unread posts i have sitting on my bloglovin’ dashboard (we’re down to 545, woot!) and while i do both of those things, how about you process some stuff, too, hm? can i ask you to do that?
+ i probably have erred by not telling you about this earlier, but if you’ve never read amy’s blog, for the love of all that is good and holy and adoption, go. amy and her husband recently adopted the most adorable baby girl recently – and she looks so much like amy it’s breathtaking – and she (amy, not the baby) has chronicled her story with astounding honesty and introspection. the most recent post to eat my ability to breathe has been this one, but you really should prepare to have several hours taken up while you’re over there reading the walkers’ story. yes? yes.
+ megan paints some beautiful vignettes in this post about home. it’s much more than a place; it’s a feeling, an invitation. and megan captures it beautifully.
+ A, a journalist, writes about her experience writing a story about youth homelessness. she chose an appopriate post title; her words hollow me out so i don’t have any to tell you why you should read this. just know that you should, and it will hollow you out, too.
+ we return to vignettes (dear heaven, i’ve clearly heard too much olympic commentary because now i sound like them) with this post by angie about her dinner table. think of those movie montages where they show a bunch of scenes around a central object; put it in words, and that’s this post.
+ and because everyone needs a good dose of reality and humor before we charge full-steam into the political fracas awaiting us in the fall, you should read rachel held evan’s 10 election year reality checks.
PS. am i the only one who thinks fracas is an underrated, underused word? i shouldn’t be.
PPS. here’s a picture from spain. you can see the same picture, pictures of honduras, and a whole post on Jesus moving mountains if you head over to L’s blog.
PPPS. i am not dramatic about the olympics. AT. ALL. right? RIGHT?!