The Olympic torch came through my town on Saturday evening. The week before, I geared up for going out to watch it, and tried to get my boys excited about the prospect of seeing fire all the way from Athens here in Nelson. The boys, by contrast, taught me a thing or two about Prometheus and Zeus. They can be so high minded sometimes.
Anyway, fire all the way from Athens got me really excited. Saturday night came, though, and no one wanted to go downtown with me.
I started feeling a little lame about getting excited about fire all the way from Athensso I ended up staying home.
I felt a little guilty about my decision. My mom railed against the apathy gods and swore that had she known she would have definitely gone downtown with me, and taken the boys with us. (No one moves my husband without his consent, so he would have stayed home.)
As it turns out, however, the fire is not from Athens. In fact, an unlit torch arrived at out town, the Vancouver Olympics guys borrowed a lighter from someone in the crowd, they walked the torch across Nelson, and put it out again to continue on its epic journey.
What?
The upside to this is that I have gotten a great lesson in why Prometheus had to keep the fire lit on Mount Olympus, and I’m glad I didn’t brave the (sort-of) cold of this (sort-of) winter to see a (sort of) Olympic torch being lit downtown.
