The Oscars were dull;
everything, including the digs at Meryl Streep, was predictable.
Gary Oldman won
Best Actor as predicted to the dismay of the #MeToo movement.
Guillermo del
Toro’s win for Best Director and his picture’s win for Best Picture were overshadowed
by the copyright infringement claim against him in the courts.
The things I
liked were:
- Kumail Nanjiani’s speech and sense of humour.
- Andra Day’s jewelry. Just wow! (She sang Stand Up for Something from the movie, Marshall.)
- Margot Robbie’s dress — actually, the straps.
- The comedy of Tiffany Haddish and Maya Rudolph. (I’ve always loved Maya Rudolph.)
- All the shorts (animated and live action); based on their trailers shown on the show, I want to see them all somehow.
- Rita Moreno. Did you notice her shoulders? The woman doesn’t age; she looked beautiful. And I loved seeing her scene from - as her introduction.
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Today is sunny
and it’s supposed to last a few days. It’s the warmer temperatures I like. It’s
so much more comfortable hot tubbing. I’ve become an addict. Darrell is back to
work on the porch and the stile today. My goals are simpler: Plant another
Rhodo in Sheba’s interrupted Hole to China, tidy up the shed and do another quadrant
on the Pinecone Park & Spa Sign.
Friday marks
the end of my 23rd month with an impossible stutter; Wednesday marks
the end of my 5th month living on Gabriola. Sunday is my favourite
day of the year. It always has been, so I’m hosting a party.
This week’s big
project is to choose the menu and prepare the food. Fine cuisine is a challenge
on Gabriola, even with Nanaimo close by. They don’t have many of the
ingredients I like — Kataifi for example. But I have a freezer, so come April I
am going to go to Vancouver just to shop for the unavailable materials I like
and stock up.
Patsy and Jay
are coming. Patsy I’ve know of, but not known, has been my mentor here. Jay I
met here. He’s the brother of a friend. Maggie and Michelle I don’t know at
all. Michelle runs the Arts Council and Maggie is her partner. I met them
through Patsy.
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