How 'bout that lunar eclipse?
Wasn't it spectacular? Wow. Assuming of course that you live in a part of the world where it was visible. I watched its progress while studying French at my dining room table (I have two large picture windows in my living/dining room). Occasionally, I went out on my front step to get the full panoramic view, but it was, like, 14 degrees Fahrenheit out there, and as usual, I was in my jammies and slippers and cars were whizzing by...anyway. There was nothing but snow and ice outside, making it all the more ethereal. I stole this visual for you from Jonathan Cainer's web site this morning:
You know, though, at 6 AM this morning the moon looked even more breathtaking. It was hovering yellow and low over my backyard, illuminating the blanket of snow back there, the bare trees, the smoke coming up from my neighbors' chimneys and a few isolated lights glowing hither and yon in the little houses in the neighborhood that extends beyond my backyard. It was just a gorgeous winter morning out there.
And guess what else: for some reason, a whole lot of birds came back to town. They are all over the place this morning. I guess maybe it's just their time to be back but it's still only 17 degrees out there.
The movie watching continues... I watch about half an hour of a movie each morning while hanging out in bed with Fluffy and drinking my coffee. It's been Ingmar Bergman's Wild Strawberries (1957; utterly captivating), followed by Love with the Proper Stranger (1962-ish; Natalie Wood and Steve McQueen, and Tom Bosley in his first film; loved it even more this time around), and for the last two mornings, it's been Jack Lemmon's Oscar-winning performance in Save the Tiger (1973; always a tough one to watch but worth the anguish). (Forgive me for not linking those but for some reason my linking thingie is not working today.)
February is a great month for cinephiles like moi because Turner Classic Movies shows nothing but Oscar-winning or Oscar-nominated movies for the entire month. I have DVR'd everything imaginable to watch with Fluffy in the mornings and at half an hour per morning, I should be at it for, like, the rest of the year.
Naturally, I am hoping Johnny Depp wins the Oscar this year. He never does win. But it would be nice if, like, they didn't wait until he was 87 and a half to give him some sort of Lifetime Achievement Award Oscar in an effort to pretend it was just some lame oversight that he hadn't already won a million times before. Just give it to him now; it was an awesome performance. I guess we shall see. I hate awards shows so I will just DVR that, too, in case he wins. (Speaking of Johnny Depp and awards shows, does anyone remember that Blockbuster thingie from like 1998 or 1999, something like that? Wow, was Johnny Depp deep in bizarro-land that night. Jeepers. He was often in bizzaro-land back then, but that night, he was way, way deep in it. It was just jaw-dropping. I had video-taped it; I didn't have a DVR yet, and I kept hitting rewind. I was, like, what the fuck??? I think I was literally gaping at my TV set. I even called my husband-of-the-moment in to watch the strangeness. He was not much of a Johnny Depp fan; he simply said, "Man, that guy's nuts." I was verging on almost practically feeling that I had to concur...)
Okay. I digress! Onward.
No news from others. The news from moi remains the same joyous shout: I've got nothing but totally cool stuff on my plate. I couldn't be happier. And every day it just gets better. Now I must do some yoga and then it's off to the club to do the treadmill and use one of their incredibly-great-hot-water-pressure showers, and then wolf down half a peanut butter sandwich. Does it get better? I don't think so. I hope it's going just as swimmingly wherever you're at! Thanks for visiting, folks!
You know, though, at 6 AM this morning the moon looked even more breathtaking. It was hovering yellow and low over my backyard, illuminating the blanket of snow back there, the bare trees, the smoke coming up from my neighbors' chimneys and a few isolated lights glowing hither and yon in the little houses in the neighborhood that extends beyond my backyard. It was just a gorgeous winter morning out there.
And guess what else: for some reason, a whole lot of birds came back to town. They are all over the place this morning. I guess maybe it's just their time to be back but it's still only 17 degrees out there.
The movie watching continues... I watch about half an hour of a movie each morning while hanging out in bed with Fluffy and drinking my coffee. It's been Ingmar Bergman's Wild Strawberries (1957; utterly captivating), followed by Love with the Proper Stranger (1962-ish; Natalie Wood and Steve McQueen, and Tom Bosley in his first film; loved it even more this time around), and for the last two mornings, it's been Jack Lemmon's Oscar-winning performance in Save the Tiger (1973; always a tough one to watch but worth the anguish). (Forgive me for not linking those but for some reason my linking thingie is not working today.)
February is a great month for cinephiles like moi because Turner Classic Movies shows nothing but Oscar-winning or Oscar-nominated movies for the entire month. I have DVR'd everything imaginable to watch with Fluffy in the mornings and at half an hour per morning, I should be at it for, like, the rest of the year.
Naturally, I am hoping Johnny Depp wins the Oscar this year. He never does win. But it would be nice if, like, they didn't wait until he was 87 and a half to give him some sort of Lifetime Achievement Award Oscar in an effort to pretend it was just some lame oversight that he hadn't already won a million times before. Just give it to him now; it was an awesome performance. I guess we shall see. I hate awards shows so I will just DVR that, too, in case he wins. (Speaking of Johnny Depp and awards shows, does anyone remember that Blockbuster thingie from like 1998 or 1999, something like that? Wow, was Johnny Depp deep in bizarro-land that night. Jeepers. He was often in bizzaro-land back then, but that night, he was way, way deep in it. It was just jaw-dropping. I had video-taped it; I didn't have a DVR yet, and I kept hitting rewind. I was, like, what the fuck??? I think I was literally gaping at my TV set. I even called my husband-of-the-moment in to watch the strangeness. He was not much of a Johnny Depp fan; he simply said, "Man, that guy's nuts." I was verging on almost practically feeling that I had to concur...)
Okay. I digress! Onward.
No news from others. The news from moi remains the same joyous shout: I've got nothing but totally cool stuff on my plate. I couldn't be happier. And every day it just gets better. Now I must do some yoga and then it's off to the club to do the treadmill and use one of their incredibly-great-hot-water-pressure showers, and then wolf down half a peanut butter sandwich. Does it get better? I don't think so. I hope it's going just as swimmingly wherever you're at! Thanks for visiting, folks!
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