overcast, mild, temps at freezing
Wow - we watched (curled into little balls) the men's mogul finals last night...and saw Alexandre Bilodeau win GOLD! You'd have to have a heart like a stone, or be related to any of the other competitors, not to be happy for the young man. It was the first time in the Olympics I was moved to tears. Not the moment it was clear he won, but to see his tears, when he stood on the podium. But I often get chocked up at that moment, no matter who is there. If they cry, I cry. Such joy and wonder and amazement and awe. So much work.
But I have to admit, there was definitely that added joy that he's a Canadian - and even a Quebecois...and he's so proud to be Canadian - not always a given in a Quebecois.
We're about to watch more Olympics. Thank God I'm not trying to write the next book yet! Just thinking about it. Poor Michael gets it every morning - the discussion of my thoughts on the next book. Title ideas, themes, poetry. It is wonderful to speak with him about it. He actually listens and helps a huge amount. He has a very cunning mind!
Having a lovely relaxing time. Off for breakfast tomorrow in Cowansville and a few errands. Great time in my year...quiet.
Hope you're well and enjoying yourselves. Speak to you tomorrow!