Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

We watched the Golden Globes last night.  I don't put any stock by their nominees or winners, but the dresses are worth oogling over.  We were blotto, because in one weekend my husband had had three concerts, and we'd discovered our mail had been stolen and in it were checks that somehow got cashed, even the one addressed to our mortgage bank, so we've been canceling cards, getting a new checking account and basically ripping up and starting over.  So a little mindless entertainment was right up our alley.  I adore Cuaron and Roma, so that was nice, and I was grateful for every globe that didn't go to A Star is Born.  I loved the surprise of Rami Malek and Bohemian Rhapsody, and Sandra Oh.  I don't watch any television, so I was fine with all that.  But Jeff Bridges' rambling monologue was a highlight for me.  I even thought I followed his line of thought, though I admit that's scary.  He's so sixties in a way I miss, because he believes in LOVE, and so do I.  Anyway, today I babysat as the nanny was stuck in a snowstorm, SO SHE SAYS, and I bought my grandson a big blue and yellow dump truck and he fiddled with it most of the morning.  I watched closely to make sure he didn't "crash", and moved emergency vehicles over when crashes occurred, to try to get him to see people get hurt in crashes.  Uh huh.