What Happened?

The Academy Awards were once an elegant, dignified ceremony. The Host was always entertaining and fun.

Watching the Red Carpet was like an appetizer. Sometimes it would begin before noon. Hours of “fashion” to enjoy and make fun of. It was the activity my daughter and I could do together without our baggage getting in the way. It became our “thing.” One year, we could not watch the awards together. That was the year we watched and commented over the phone. Our husbands thought we were nuts.

After my granddaughter was born, we inducted her into Oscar Mania. We added dressing up like we were there to our agenda. We took turns being interviewed on the Red Carpet. We would do a serious one. Then a silly one. Year after year, our tradition continued. We inducted a second granddaughter. Then we incorporated the “Oscars Spa Weekend.”

Nominated actors (a.k.a., us girls) could reserve a suite at the Marvelous Greenfield Mountain Retreat in the Stanislaus National Forest. There, they would be pampered, catered to, and escape the paparazzi and other prying eyes. Many took advantage of the superior spa treatments, especially the Norwegian youth serum, which tightens facial skin and eliminates dark circles caused by lack of sleep before the big event.

The morning before the event (closer to the afternoon), clients were served a fabulous brunch, then were escorted to their planned activity, before getting gussied up for the Red Carpet. Activities could be yoga, meditation, or massage. Bubble baths, followed by a facial, were a favorite among the younger crowd.

My daughter between her daughters

Last year, we all dressed to the nines and went out to the Oscars. Nevada City’s movie theater was streaming “The Oscars.” Seeing them on the large screen was fun. But something was missing. The theater was filled with dressed-up people, who were excited among themselves. Yet, the BIG excitement of the Oscars was not there.

It occurred to me then that the Oscar Ceremony was different. The entire atmosphere had changed. It no longer felt elegant and high-class. Somehow, things got more casual and less special. A few years ago, the seating arrangements changed into round tables like at a wedding reception. That was weird. I’m glad they adopted the row-by-row seating again.

The not-cool-at-all tantrum that Will Smith threw caused quite the negative impact. And not just to the Academy. All corners of the globe witnessed the event. Chris Rock must have gained a lot of kudos for keeping his cool. I wished that Jada had slapped him (Will) silly before he got up from his seat. I was embarrassed to watch this unfold At The Oscars. It reminded me of the Ricki Lake Show.

The 2026 ceremony was non-political. A pleasant surprise. One silly musical number would have been OK. Several of them, I lost count, were annoying and forgettable. The Oscar winners were people I did not know. I recognized 3 actors. That really saddened me, because I’m a movie buff and watch thousands of movies. I was really thrown by the number of people who were lost in the last year. I knew a lot of them.

Next year, who knows? The 3 musketeers did not get together this year to walk the Red Carpet or give speeches. I suppose that is a sign that the Academy Awards have lost their magic for us. Once we mourn our Oscar fun, we must rise up and adopt a new “thing.”

That’s going to be a challenge.

Doody Call

Rain is bad enough, but snow sticks around a lot longer, and the things that get snowed on really get saturated.

I’m talking about dog poo. My dog happens to be 3 times the size of the one pictured, and her poo is also bigger.

Since I live in snow country, and I have a dog, this funny photo made me laugh. I thought I would share it for those who are dog lovers.

Then, I wanted to pass along a few pointers that have helped me over the years.

Soggy poo is the worst. You can wait for a couple of warm sunny days and let it “dry out” before you scoop it up. Most of the time, it leaves poo smears on the lawn because you have to scrape it up.

When snow covers the ground, and it starts melting, you can see poo underneath. It is still frozen. This is the easiest to scoop up. Frozen snow doesn’t stink either. Which can be a big bonus.

Alrighty then. That concludes this public service announcement.

TTFN


Who Are These People?

Have you ever spent time with your adult children and wondered, Who are these people?

Are these the people I raised? Yes, they are. Despite your efforts to instill manners, neatness, and teamwork, it didn’t take hold.

When they were growing up, they pretended to listen and obey. Now that you are no longer “the boss of them,” they conveniently forget and revert to the teenagers who lived with you at one time. You remember the sullen, scowling ones? Never happy? Always hungry? Not speaking to you?

Now, they occasionally do speak to you – when they want something. Their faces reflect better moods than they used to. They seem to enjoy being at your house. In fact, they make themselves right at home. They descend upon the fridge and cram stuff they brought in there. The kitchen counter is now covered with snacks, sweets, and dips. I tell myself to shut up about the fact that I have no counter space to use, and enjoy the fact that they are finally sharing.

Their children (your grandchildren) are also here. Their messes and trash are different from those of their parents, but they increase the general chaos by forty percent, and the volume by seventy percent. Somebody wants to watch SpongeBob, but the others want to watch Star Wars. Grandpa and I want to turn the TV off. They don’t need a TV. Each one has a phone, they can play apps, watch shows, and Google things.

With the youngsters’ content, I notice that the older kids have ADHD. While they play a card game, they commandeer my Alexa Dot and make her play odd songs – loudly. Someone decided to mess with the device’s programming, and now Alexa signed me up to buy music. Someone else is playing music from their phone at competing decibels. I would send everyone to their rooms, but we only have 2 guest rooms and 12 people.

It’s me who needs a time-out. The older I get, the more claustrophobic I am when it comes to noises, a lot of people, and clutter. Looking back to my younger days, I realize I have always been this way. It just gets to my nerves sooner now. It explains a lot about why old people are cranky.

Wanting to run away from home feels so wrong. I love each and every kid and their families. I look forward to their visits, and although I barely tolerate the chaos, I really do want them around. I miss them when they are not here. That being said, hubby and I are so used to being just us in our house. Us and, of course, our dog, Ziva. Our lives are quiet, with the occasional exception.

I can’t sneak out of here because my car is in the garage and blocked by other people’s trucks, Jeeps, and a patrol car. Where would I go anyway? It is dark now, and nothing is open. I am not supposed to be driving at night, so there is that. We also do not go for walks when it is dark. Our neighborhood is DARK. There are no street lights. And nocturnal creatures come out of the forest at night. Some are very BIG.

I realize my options for calming down are a hot shower and winter pajamas. I feel better just thinking about this. As for the noise, I remember I have earplugs. I wish I had thought of this sooner…

TTFN