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.
The trampoline (trampolining?) seemed more taxing than the table tennis and air pistol events, that’s for sure. I think it’s possible that I’m getting all Olympic-ed out…I found myself eagerly checking to see when the Perseid meteor shower would be, thinking that I could watch it instead (it’s next weekend, btw).
Watched an old Robert Downey Jr. movie this evening – ‘Less Than Zero.’ I think you had the better of the two movies.