Aside from the sheer excitement of double Canadian gold in curling and hockey, we enjoyed the look behind the icy veneer that we have come to think of as Russia. Sochi has helped redefine Russia and her people .. in our minds and hopefully in the minds of the millions of others who watched Russia host the world. She was friendly and outgoing, the people were enthusiastically welcoming ...we were treated to an invitation to grandma's house ... she chucked our cheeks and fed us borscht and sausage. Then just when we got really comfy toasting our toes in front of the fire, she opened more doors and showed us how centuries of experience have created regal refinement and art we might ourselves one day attain if we're creative enough; in her appreciation for the past, she showed zest for a future that promises even better. We were dazzled with splendor and wrapped in homey quilts.
CBC did some pieces on Russia that really showed the quiet pride that most take in their country ... and it made me think of Canada and our people. We are, most of us, proud of our national identity in the global community .. and yet, we don't make a fuss about it. Unless we're in a spot where its considered good form to make a fuss. Congratulations to all of our athletes who've dedicated years to achieving the chance to be called an Olympian. Go Canada!!
Back here in the real world, Mother Nature has shown us her quirky side. Its as if she was as wild about the Winter Olympics as anyone else. She's given us toboggan hills where we normally have flower beds and roads, sheets of ice that are normally sidewalks and a reason to put on a crockpot of stew and cuddle up with a good book.
For those of you I laughed at earlier this winter ... go ahead. Its your turn now. I'd also like to nominate my neighbor with the bobcat for a neighborhood hero award. He deserves a pie. I think I'll make him one .. once I can get to the grocery store for apples.
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