Sunday night I had this hankering to tune out and look at women in gorgeous gowns. Honestly, I was wholly clueless as to the movies up for nomination but I am wholly interested in people passionate about their craft. And I like gorgeous gowns.
We only get the few freebie, antennae-fetching channels and couldn’t tune into whatever channel we needed to see the Oscars. So, instead, Andy went to bed and Margot and I watched The Blue Planet through netflix.
“Mama, what IS that?”
“A crab laying her eggs. The eggs hold baby crabs.”
“She better hurry up,” as the ocean tosses the frantic shellfish all about, her bony arms overhead, her eyes wide.
“Yeah that’s pretty wild to imagine isn’t it?”
“I think I am going to dream about lions tonight. And maybe sharks but probably just lions.”
The conversation was kind of like if we had been watching the red carpet parade.
“Mama, what IS that?”
“A woman in a crazy blue dress. The dress holds a ton of gasps and gossip.”
“She better hurry up,” as the crowd propels the glowing starlet all about, her bony arms overhead, her eyes wide.”
