It’s true---two weeks ago I really didn’t give a toss about the Olympics. I mean---all the hype was pissing me off big time. Why—the usual reasons: the financial input---what the hell---I’ll just leave it and fill you in about what’s happened to change that. I remember saying to my sister that I wasn’t going to take advantage of the extra channels that ‘My Sky has on---- there are about 8 of them. I was actually thinking of getting rid of Mysky because believe me it costs heaps (I think it’s about NZ$120 a month on the plan I’m on) and if any of you have read my DIJAC series of blogs (Damn---It’s Just Around the Corner---referring to the need to get real about a reduced income once one hits that ‘magic age,’) you would wonder at such an expense.
All of those ‘words’ have gone out the window and my former protestations have been whipped aside as I have become addicted to the large screen at the end of my lounge. The two weeks ahead of me are going to be ‘taken over by the events on the other side of the world in ‘Mother Britain.’
‘Sacrilege!’ you shout. ‘How could you?’
Well, once I started watching the Opening Ceremony---live for the first part and then the recorded version. Something snapped in me to let loose a plethora of thoughts and feelings. Was it something in my heritage that evoked deep feelings of past lives in the Isles of my origin? I found myself feeling ‘proud.’ Where the hell did that come from? Am I just an emotionally imprisoned individual who is prone to these types of psychic takeovers?’
Whatever it was, I found myself absolutely and irreversibly captured by the scenes from that magnificent stadium. I found myself on the verge of tear-jerking madness, especially as I observed the totally wonderful sequence that led up to the ‘Queen’ jumping out of a helicopter with her loyal lieutenant, James Bond---wonderfully funny and imaginative. Therein lay the key for me for the whole ceremony.
The Britts hit the mark like no one else can, no matter how many millions they throw at the event. The combinations of culture, history, music and sheer pageantry blew me away. If anything was going to draw me in, that was it.
Now on Sunday Morning, New Zealand time, I am able to navigate through the channels, catching up on the day’s events whilst wondering if I am going to be able to escape the box and take Perdy for her walk (or manic run) and visit the supermarket to purchase the means of earthly sustenance I shall need for the following week Then there is work--- Ooops I better attend to that responsibility--- they don’t have Mysky there though.