So last night was the Oscars - the night we wait for all year to see beautiful people, telling beautiful people that they are beautiful and then bestowing awards on them for acting and directing or creating films that make them all look rather ordinary. I love the Oscars. Say what you will about them but to me they are a diversion from the everyday, just like the movies and they allow us ordinary people a moment to revel in their beautiful story telling...or not so beautiful (but those aren't usually recognized)
I thought Billy Crystal was very good and they could go the way of the years of Bob Hope and Johnny Carson and just stick with him for the remainder of his life and I'd be okay with that. Unless he turns into Kirk Douglas and doesn't know when to get off the stage and they have to cut to commercial - then never mind.
I was fortunate enough to see most of the movies nominated so I had what I thought was a smart opinion of the work. Albert Nobbs was meh - The Help was good - Iron Lady was, well Meryl was magnificent - The Artist was just that, artistic and lovely - Moneyball was showing us the side of baseball we don't get to see and I love a good baseball movie. I have not seen War Horse or Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close but I will.
But here's the thing that struck me the most - the producers of the telecast were obviously going with a more classic feel to the show. Everything had a reverence to it - an homage to the golden era of Hollywood. Billy Crystal was not too much and wasn't too little. The memoriam was classy and beautiful and oh so touching. I always tear up at the memoriam. So basically, I thought it was a classy presentation - as it should be. Let's put aside our snide comments for one night and enjoy Hollywood in all it's glamour and glitz, just as God intended - at least that's what he said on Twitter.
Monday, February 27, 2012
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Beginning Anew
I love writing about things that happened in my life. I've been told that I've lived a lot of different lives and that statement came to me the other day as I was driving. I don't know what, but it did. I dawned on me that there have been a lot of chapters in my life but it is that way for everyone. We all move from one story to another and then another and another...and I need to record all of mine!
Last year was a tough year as I stepped down from my theater educator / director job to take care of my mother as she entered into the last weeks of her life. I've written a lot about my mom on here. She occupied a lot of my life, my thoughts, my days. I loved her very much - although I fear that she never really knew how much I did love her. She drove me crazy and made me laugh all at the same time. Mom entered the hospital at the end of May and never came home. She entered Hospice in July and passed away on August 19th. The night before, I left the nursing home not really knowing that this was it. I remember this same thing happened with Dad. We just don't realize that they are already making their journey. I would've hugged her a little longer and tighter and told her many more times how much I loved her. If we could only know - would we take those opportunities?
This week, my high school friends and I have experienced the loss of a very colorful classmate - Steve Glover, who suffered a massive heart attack and died. We are saddened and shocked by this loss but it again reminded me that we need to make every moment count. Our loved ones are just that - our loved ones. They may not always be lovable, but no one always is, but that should never keep us from making sure that we take the time to make sure those in our lives are aware that they are important to us.
I'm trying to get a grip on my sorrow and celebrate my parents and our family instead of spending my days crying about being an orphan. I'm writing a play about a time in my life and recalling moments with my parents and my brother is both heartwarming and difficult because you can never get those times back. But that's okay - I just hope that my children have the same fond memories of their childhood and their time with me as I have with my parents.
Last year was a tough year as I stepped down from my theater educator / director job to take care of my mother as she entered into the last weeks of her life. I've written a lot about my mom on here. She occupied a lot of my life, my thoughts, my days. I loved her very much - although I fear that she never really knew how much I did love her. She drove me crazy and made me laugh all at the same time. Mom entered the hospital at the end of May and never came home. She entered Hospice in July and passed away on August 19th. The night before, I left the nursing home not really knowing that this was it. I remember this same thing happened with Dad. We just don't realize that they are already making their journey. I would've hugged her a little longer and tighter and told her many more times how much I loved her. If we could only know - would we take those opportunities?
This week, my high school friends and I have experienced the loss of a very colorful classmate - Steve Glover, who suffered a massive heart attack and died. We are saddened and shocked by this loss but it again reminded me that we need to make every moment count. Our loved ones are just that - our loved ones. They may not always be lovable, but no one always is, but that should never keep us from making sure that we take the time to make sure those in our lives are aware that they are important to us.
I'm trying to get a grip on my sorrow and celebrate my parents and our family instead of spending my days crying about being an orphan. I'm writing a play about a time in my life and recalling moments with my parents and my brother is both heartwarming and difficult because you can never get those times back. But that's okay - I just hope that my children have the same fond memories of their childhood and their time with me as I have with my parents.
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