There is no photo today. Sorry. There could have been one but I didn't apply myself like I should have. Tough shit.
Big news from physical therapy today: wall slide knee bend of 115 degrees and sliding knee bend of 105. Oh yeah, I am a rock star. Angie, physical therapist to the stars, was duly impressed although she still made noises about 120 degrees. We laughed about the fact that I am probably never going to be released from PT but that's okay. Angie and Steve have 2 children to put through college and I need to do my part to help them pay the tuition bills. There was some talk about combining my PT with alcohol.
Because I love London and people I love live in London (or used to), it was imperative that I watch the opening ceremonies of the Olympics. Seeing my favorite city all dressed up was so much fun.
One more sign that I am getting old: I thought the ceremony was loud. Don't be a smart ass and suggest that I should have just turned down the volume on the television. Setting aside the whole too loud thing, though, there were some highlights: the deaf children singing "God Save the Queen", the Queen parachuting out of the helicopter, Mohammed Ali, Mary Poppins to the nth degree, the symbolism of the Olympic torch.
Things that made me tired: the parade of nations that went on for freaking EVER. In 4 years, I suggest that the US team go first. The end. I haven't even heard of some of those countries. I say let's combine all the countries that aren't the U.S. and shorten that damn parade.
I'm glad someone woke the Queen up to declare the Games open. She clearly was up past her bedtime. Maybe jumping out of the helicopter took it's toll on the old girl.
Paul McCartney should not give up his day job. Leading a sing-a-long at the Olympics was not a great idea. Whose idea was it, do you suppose? Wonder if that person still has a job?
I love London.
I love the Olympics.
I love when the "Star Spangled Banner" plays.
I could be full of love over the next 17 days.
