Another unpleasantly hot and humid day. Even at seven o’clock this morning, when I drove with my father to Mineola so he could get his car inspected (and could, unlike me last month, get a ride back home), it was muggy and the sun was beating down.
That kept up pretty much all day, but it wasn’t all bad. I kept to the house, read, and watched some of the Olympics. I’d forgotten that trampoline was a sport, despite having had a fitness instructor in college who had been a trampolinist at one point. She said the sport had taken a hit in the 1970s, after one too many accidents and injuries because of unsupervised children on backyard trampolines. Which I guess is why stumbling across it in the online coverage was a little like discovering that Hula Hooping was a sport. But it remains an actual thing, and, from what I saw of the women’s finals, takes a fair amount of gymnastic athleticism.
Then this evening I watched the lovely To Catch a Thief, with Cary Grant and Grace Kelly. It’s maybe not overly suspenseful by Hitchcockian standards, but it was thoroughly enjoyable.
And that was Saturday.