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olympics

With the help of a small TV from a yard sale and a rabbit-ear antenna Dave L. loaned us, we can get fuzzy reception from NBC and CBC. The Canadian station comes in a little better. So once every couple years we turn on the TV for two weeks. It's really Sara that's the fan of the olympics, but then I get mesmerized and find myself staying up later than I should, all to see the end of some contest that I don't really care about.

I wish they could find something better to celebrate than a few really narrow competitions. When they have to turn up the sappy soundtracks and tell you everybody's life story to keep you interested, it should be a sign that what's on the screen isn't intrinsically very interesting.

But, OK, it's kind of fun anyway. I'm conflicted.

This morning as I was getting ready for work they had trampoline on. They need more trampoline.