Those who fall asleep during the Oscars shouldn’t be too harsh on them. Neither should they leave a pan of pasta boiling, unless they want to be woken by a smoke detector. But woken I was, and in time to see Martin Scorsese get his Oscar. Perhaps he should have come to Boston sooner.
Much to my daughter’s delight, soft snow came to Boston this morning. Perhaps that was bound to happen once Al Gore’s warning about global warming got its Oscar.
Since Maddie and her little brother came along, we don’t get out to the movies much. The 2006 movie to which I’m most looking forward is Pan’s Labyrinth. The pasta pan is expected to live, by the way.