And The Oscar Goes To

The days are definitely getting longer. The sun is rising as I type this. Not just the lights and colors in the sky that precede the sun’s arrival – the burning orange orb itself!

Yesterday was a relatively quiet day. I had to coax myself to dress – by 1 p.m. I’m starting to make this pajamas-in-the-afternoon a Sunday ritual. And it’s not always a bad thing. I got to watch A Mighty Heart about the kidnapping and murder of Wall Street Journal reporter Daniel Pearl, and a cute little movie called Martian Child with one of my faves, John Cusack.

There were an outrageous number of people out yesterday, especially considering that it was cold and very windy. Everywhere I went was jam-packed. I guess some people must have been hosting Oscar parties. (That didn’t occur to me until I was on my way home.)

The Oscars weren’t very surprising. Slumdog Millionaire pretty much swept the floor with everyone else, except in a few cases. I’ll admit I wasn’t too sure what kind of host Hugh Jackman would be and I really had my doubts when he launched into the opening number. But both he and it ended up being delightfully different.

I also liked the change in presentation of the biggest awards. I have to think that win or lose, having some of those greats pay a personalized tribute to you was a pretty good consolation prize!

Saturday was all about fun. The marathon crop (nine hours of scrapbooking) was an incredibly good time and I got a lot done – 10 pages completely done and two others with a title and photos only. We even texted the MonkeyGirl who said that she thought scrapbooking by the sea was an untapped market. Haven’t heard yet if she actually bought a villa or not.

The only disappointment to Saturday was that I didn’t win Powerball. The good news is that neither did anyone else. That means that there’s still hope for Your D*mn House.