I’d been hearing talk. People giving their opinion on who should win. Best movie? Supporting actress? Music? Wait a minute, don’t all movies use Jimmy Durante’s Make Someone Happy? Well, I know all my favorite movies do.
I am not a big movie watcher. Never have been. I can’t even sit through a full movie in my own livingroom. What I have found out is, as I age my time has become more precious to me. I’m okay with not knowing who is in what or even what what is. (Yes, I are a writer and that sentence be proof.)
To even further expose myself as unworldly, I will admit that I don’t know who 90% of the actors and actresses are anymore. They have names and faces I don’t recognize. And amazingly this makes absolutely no difference in my life. And when you think about it… they don’t know me either.
So this evening as Hub got up to go to bed he turned the television to the Oscars and handed me the remote before heading down the hallway. Thanking him I turned the volume down, again and again until I finally just turned the whole television off.
Ahhh… there I sat in my chair, slippered feet up, light over my shoulder, cup of coffee on the end table and in my hands Ann Patchett’s Truth and Beauty, a friendship.
Nothing tops an evening with a good book.
Yes, its Oscar night, and the winner is…. ME!