A long Road trip, a hundred new friends and support from afar fill me with gratitude. Wow, my […]
A long Road trip, a hundred new friends and support from afar fill me with gratitude. Wow, my […]
With my co-pilots at a distance, I take less opportunity to stop and see the sites. Hampton is […]
Here I am again, Monday. So many little things fill me with gratitude. Still, sometimes I feel like I must dig deep to remember. Especially when I feel overwhelmed with deadlines. Soooo… In no particular order:
♣ It’s March. Yes, it’s still cold. I know the worst is over. This week promises to get above freezing and rain. That means a lot of snow will be, well, going down the drain.
♣ I have deadlines. That means someone, two newspapers, in fact, like my writing enough to give me stories to write. I’m getting a steady income. Yes!
Loved-One took me for lunch at one of my favorite restaurants, 1775. I ordered exactly what I wanted […]
Good thing the only thing riding on my predictions was my pride. I was horrible. In my defense I was unable to see 33 of the nominees: Birdman, Foxcatcher, The Imitation Game, Two Days, One Night, Wild, Still Alice, Whiplash, Song of the Sea, The Tale of Kaguya, Unbroken, Mr. Turner, The Reaper, Joanna, Our Curse, White Earth, CITIZENFOUR, Finding Vivian Maier, The Salt of the Earth, Leviathan, Tangerines, Timbuktu, Wild Tales, The Bigger Picture, The Dam Keeper, Feast, Me and My Moulton, A Single Life,Aya, Boogaloo and Graham, Butter Lamp, Parvaneh, The Phone Call
So here’s the how the stats stack up:
I saw 15 of the movies nominated or about 39%
38 unique films got nominated for 25 awards
14 films won at least one award. 36% success rate.
I got 6 correct predictions: 24% success rate.
Of the films I saw and that also won an award, but I failed to predict the correct winner, my record is a little better. I saw 11 movies that won an award. My prediction was correct 5 times; 45% success.
Of those I haven’t seen, the only one I really, really want to see is Birdman. I’ll probably see CITIZENFOUR because it’s on TV this week. That’s a 6% success rate for “The Oscars,” as a way to drum up viewers.
(Last year I predicted about 50% of the winner, but I got to see a lot more of the films. )
I’m sleep deprived from watching the Oscars. A dismal record of guessing the winners. I thought I could watch and complete a little photography project. Nope. It’s still cold out. I mean really cold. I’m up against two deadlines. What is there to be thankful about, anyways?
A little self-talk and I’m on the way to turning that frown upside down. (Blechk. I sorta, kinda hate that saying.)
So here goes:
♠ I have two
Disclaimer: This year I came up short with viewing. I sadly report that few nominated movies became available […]
Photo Friday Link-up #20: A Promise of Spring
I took these pictures with my iPhone5. The close-ups are with an attachable macro-lens. These are all the […]
I have a problem with labels. I resist being put in a bucket with one label on it. I am more complex than Woman, Mother, Graduate, White, Catholic, Feminist. I’m more than a label.
In my Freshman high school health class, I learned there are three levels of mental impairment: moron, idiot, and imbecile. Really? My grandmother told me that she glued a lock of her hair to the inside of Uncle Ken’s baby bonnet because she didn’t want anyone to think he was a moron. She explained that morons lacked hair and didn’t speak, just like Uncle Ken until he was almost three years old. (This by the way, made me laugh out loud, given Uncle Ken has George Clooney good looks and grace, along with a successful engineering career and a beautiful family.)
I opened my journal to write, and Sasha plopped down on top of the pages. How does she know I’m writing? Does she hear the scratch of my fountain pen against the paper? I am so lucky to have a cat who aspires to be a writer, or an editor, or perhaps just a critic.
Oh so much gratitude this morning:
♥ An inspiring Mom: full of vim and vigor both physically and mentally. She’s 87 tomorrow. Still my wisest friend.
♥ A husband who spontaneously