As The Ar-lympics approach, for that is how the word is said according to most television and radio announcers, I feel that the Spirit of the Games has been well and truly lost. I don't think I am very excited at all. There's the Nick D'Arcy fiasco, the USOC's Ravelry Ravelympic meltdown, and I believe in the UK cushions have cased a similar furore. More and more, it seems to me, The Olympics are about the advertising sponsors and profit. I think The Spirit is now weak.
Here in Australia, we only really ever see a sport broadcast when an Australian competitor may win a medal. And heaven forfend if we don't surpass our last medal tally. There's even a programme on the ABC extolling our place as a Sporting Nation. If you do not love sport, you are not an Australian. Apparently.
I hated sport at school. I could not bear all the running, for that is what we mainly did: run, and play netball very, very poorly. Luckily my dad wrote a letter and in Matric I was excused from Sport and allowed to go home on Wednesdays at lunch time, because I had three ballet lessons a week. I was excused from playing netball, or hockey, poorly. I did study at home, it was a handy four hours of homework time!!!
In good news, I ordered my mum a CD set on-line from JBHiFi. When it arrived it was damaged as it was just sent in a thin envelope. Within an hour of emailing them, Craig JBHiFi had arranged for a new and better protected CD set to be sent, along with a prepaid post bag so I could send the damaged CDs back. Well done, I didn't even need to start being cross.
And in Gardening Gloves news, the mittens are complete, and have been delivered and have been worn. I had a little test run.
I needed mittens because it was -4*C one night. That's so cold that the water in my rain gauge made a thick ice plug at the top. There was ice everywhere and Gilly's bucket of water outside the back door was frozen over too.
Peri loves to run on cold and frosty mornings. She looks very athletic!!!
She knew she'd been wicked and was very worried I would take her celery away. Poor Miss Lorelai!!
Toddler Lucy has turned 3 and I made her some Bunting to wrap around her bubble pram. She has a plastic cover to keep the cold and germs out. I did look at some bunting tutorials , but as I supposed, you sew two triangles together along the sides and then turn right sides out and join together with binding. I appliqued Lucy's name onto one side and some butterflies on the other. Poor Baby Zoe is not doing very well, so we are thinking positive thoughts for her.
I popped into the Comfort Display in town and saw lots of beautiful knitting and weaving and felting. I saw a shawl knitted by BishopStone (I think) and they had wool and needles so visitors could knit a few rows. I didn't as I only had 40 cents for the parking meter and that's not many minutes!!
We have a mouse. I am consoling myself with the fact that it is a mouse. I can hear it rustling in the walls. Our house is reasonably old, about eighty-five years old, and so it has cracks and places where the lathe and plaster is broken. The one mouse can fit through such tiny spaces. It makes The Labradors run about and bark when they hear the rustling and I shiver and think how yucky it is. I am going to try one of the electronic Mouse Scarers. MrsDrWho has one and says it works quite well.
The weather has been very wet and we walked in the rain this morning and this afternoon we sat in the lounge room. I knitted and caught up with some very old TV shows on the DVR and Peri and Gilly napped. We are on the upward run now: they days are getting longer, slowly but surely.