And the Oscar goes to… SHH! Don’t tell me!

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This weekend when my bronchitis flared up I resumed the role of invalid – with relish. In addition to eating soup, drinking tea, played Word Find puzzles, reading a novel and napping, I indulged my favourite addiction: watching TV.

Saturday afternoon and evening was spent catching up on taped shows – the season finale of Downton Abbey season 4. Another installment of Sherlock season 3. A week of Joyce Meyer’s daily show Enjoying Everyday Life.

On Sunday, I watched a few Christian programs and church services. A few of my gal pals were gathering to watch the Oscars – mainly to see what people were wearing and to dis them ruthlessly. Had I been healthy I might have joined in. But I knew the combination of watching the show, and the laughing and talking would not help my recovery. So I took a pass.

Instead, I watched Les Mis, the movie – the theme of sin and redemption so apropos of a Sunday. Reveling in the theatrics of it all, singing along to some of the songs that still echo in my mind – and wondering “what would Victor Hugo think of this?”

I ended the night with a couple of episodes of Season 6 of The Gilmore Girls. I have the box set and I watch these series through at least once a year. Superb writing and acting, romance and family relationships, colourful small-town characters, just the right blend of humour and real-life drama. A stunning small-screen achievement.

Monday morning, I was up by 6:30 am, launching reluctantly into my workday routine, preparing for the inevitable: five days of work. And hoping that this bug is finally on its last legs and on its way out. Of me!

By the way – wondering about the title of this blog post? We had a pot luck lunch at work today and one of the guys was saying he did not know which film won the Best Picture Oscar. In fact, there is a group of people who are participating in a contest to see who can hold out the longest. Unintentionally, I found myself participating – since I hadn’t found out yet either. (I just didn’t care that much this year.) So… shh! Pleases don’t tell me yet…

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About verawrites

Progress not perfection - that's my goal. Live and learn - that's my motto. I like to share bits of wisdom and glimmers of insight gleaned on my life journey of 50+ years. My hope is to encourage, perhaps inspire, fellow journeyers. Each of us has something to share. Let's be generous, gracious and compassionate with one another. I am blessed to be a blessing... so are you!
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2 Responses to And the Oscar goes to… SHH! Don’t tell me!

  1. bethbyrnes says:

    Hope you feel in the pink soon. I have had bronchitis twice and it wasn’t fun. But you had a wonderful time on your TV marathon – love all those programs, too. A cheery post and a welcome bit of reading, for me.

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