Hello and happy Friday, to you! Any plans for this last weekend in July?
I’ll be going out with friends this evening, celebrating birthdays and otherwise enjoying a girls’ night out. (Speaking of dinner, last night I made Cornmeal Crusted Chicken with Blackberry Mustard–actually, I made raspberry mustard with the last of the raspberries from our garden. And I put the cornmeal in a gallon baggy to coat the chicken. So easy, light, and tasty . . . perfect meal for a hot summer day. You know, just in case you’re ever at a loss . . . )
After tonight’s festivities, there’s really no way of knowing what the weekend might hold. Certainly it will include a bit of the Olympic games. Gymnastics and water sports are my favorite–oh, the pain and suffering that must go into the appearance of ease.
But my favorite part of all? The way the Olympics bring us together.
I remember recreating the Olympic games in my backyard, when I was young. My cousins, in town for a visit, received high marks on the floor (grass) and beam (saw horse); I had a fine winner’s stance. And while I still enjoy watching the athletes compete, I love the stories all the more. They’re stories of hope and inspiration–stories that prove, despite all our differences, we’re really quite the same.
So here’s to you–whichever country you call home, whatever team you cheer–a good weekend to you!
With that . . .
let the games begin, at the Olympics and in your own backyard!