As much as I loathe the self-aggrandizement of Hollywood, I understand why my 13 year old daughter likes to watch award shows. They're fun. People wear cool clothes. They say stupid things. It gives her something to talk about at school. So tonight I sat watching with her, never thinking anything profound could come of it. When they did the tribute to all the people associated with movies who have died, the final photo was of someone I admire--Lena Horne.
I love listening to her on the old vinyl albums we inherited from Keith's dad. There's so much class in her voice. Smooth, and all talent, not synthesized in a studio. I imagine she had quite a life. Great and Terrible. After Halley Berry talked about her, they put a quote from her on the screen:
"It's not the load that breaks you down; it's how you carry it."
That's pretty smart. I feel I'm carrying a load. I know I have help, but I hope I'm lifting with my legs and not doing permanent damage to my back, because I know it won't be the last burden I'm ever asked to haul around.
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