The Paralympic marathon passed by our house today, but we didn’t see it.
In fact, we wouldn’t have known about it at all if it weren’t for all the flyers and signs telling us to stay away. Fine. We can take a hint. I mean, with some effort we could have found a spot on the roof to observe what should have been a once-in-a-lifetime event from above, but it is hard to garner enthusiasm for an event where we are so conspicuously unwanted. So Young Sir (DS7) and I went to Legoland instead.
It was a good decision. Seeing the spectator-less events of The Tokyo Olympics, one might think that the citizens of Tokyo are locked down or at least dutifully jishuku-ing. But this has hardly been the case at all. Our family had a particularly eventful summer; it just did not cross paths with the Olympics or Paralympics, which seemed to be going on in a parallel universe somewhere.
But at Legoland today, Young Sir and I were offered a rare glance at what might have been, that is, at what the newly built Olympic Stadium would have looked like with spectators. In Lego form, of course.
So there you have it, just in case you were wondering. You’re welcome.
As I write this, the Paralympic closing ceremony is wrapping up. Though I wouldn’t know for sure, because we’re not watching it. On a brighter note, soon it will all be over. This means that we, the citizens of Tokyo, can finally stop debating, protesting, vilifying and defending the events of this very strange summer. We can finally get back to living our normal, abnormal lives. So that’s exciting.