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I've been watching Only Murders in the Building. (We finally got Disney) I LOVE this show.
(The theme song gives me feelings of Good Omens)
Also watched a couple of seasons of The Responder, it was very good but I felt tense throughout entire episodes, not great after tough days in work. 🙄
The guy who's talking to a bunch of colleagues is really just talking to himself and their skeletons.
There is an Olympics where a few names stayed with me. I’m not going to dive into a discussion about the tragedy of the 1972 Munich Olympics. With only 3 or 4 channels at the time, my family was glued to that cluster fuck that highlighted man’s inhumanity to man. So sad. As a little girl, I focused on a positive.
Ludmilla Tourisheva, a Russian gymnast had my attention and here’s why. She was considered “tall” for a gymnast. If you look up her stats, she was tiny in fact, but I guess at 5 ft 3 in (or 4 inches— I see conflicting info) you are Godzilla. But she was a champion Godzilla.
Like Lusmilla, I was considered tall and I towered over my lilliputian friends, sticking out like a sore redwood. So when Jim McKay pumped me up on this amazing athlete, I watched her with inspired admiration and I grew confident. I made the decision,
“I can do that.”
So, not taking into account her years of dedicated training and her cooked-spaghetti flexibility— alone in my house, I marched myself with that stiff gymnast walk to my parents big, open formal living room and proceeded to test the Gods.
Without a lick of athletic ability, with no tumbling class in my personal history besides a duck, tuck and roll — I ran and tried to fling myself in the air with the confidence that only the dumb assiest of dumb asses could possess. And I really really hurt myself. I landed hard and lay on the floor shocked and baffled. Why in the hell didn’t this go to plan? There was a few pulled muscles and a limp for my troubles and why God didn’t just immediately take me out of the gene pool, well, that says something about hus/her/theys management skills. Unfortunately, “the incident” made me quickly give up my dream from 5 minutes before.
I was lucky I didn’t break my neck or die. Can you imagine my poor family coming into that scene? I’m pretzeled with a broken neck, dead, in the middle of the formal living room. No sign of a break-in. No signs of a scuffle or defense wounds on my hands. Just carpet burns and an unsolved mystery televised to future generations— who killed this child?
No one would know it was the admiration of a tall girl for a tall girl and Jim fucking McKay egging me on into the agony of defeat.
Brilliant. 🥰
It was picture-perfect storytelling with your trademark humour that protects the vulnerable child that was. I'm really sorry you were injured. 😔
Also... one of my kids once did a forward flip (from the floor, attempting to land on their feet) when they received some exciting news. The kid was standing in our kitchen at the time and later explained that for a moment they thought they were still on the trampoline. 🙄
It ended with a very winded kid.