In one post this week I explained the conundrum facing Raymond and me this coming Sunday night: stay a little bit longer at the Manse (which has no TV connection) and miss the Academy Awards (and more to the point, the red carpet pre-show); or go back to Montreal a little earlier than originally planned and take in the whole Oscarfest.
Well, the decision has been made: a quiet Sunday night with Raymond at the Manse is what I need way more than a night of Oscar-viewing. The PVR in Montreal is set, when we get there we can watch all the good acceptance speeches (and gowns) and skip through the rest; and meantime, we get one more night of blessed peace and quiet at our Manse.
Which, I have to say, is tonight – now that we’ve arrived and settled in and had dinner and are reading the local newspapers and enjoying the peace and quiet of Queensborough after a busy week – making me come close to weeping with happiness. I love this place.
So yes, Oscar can wait. Indefinitely.