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Snow lies over the last of the fallen leaves. From time to time throughout the day, large light flakes have drifted to the ground. There was even a bit of a squall around four o'clock this afternoon. So thick was the snowfall that across the street, J's red brick house stood a ghostly gray shadow. Attila has slept and slept and slept. He seems to have finally caught up, as far as that is possible. Best of all, he is back in the kitchen and again we are enjoying roast chicken dinners. Winter is his favorite time of year and I have come to favor it myself. "The Teenager" seems to be more settled within herself. All is calm for the moment. I sigh as I think; by the time she becomes a pleasure to live with, she will not be living under our roof. When she was a very little girl, she believed that humans were born old and that they became younger as they aged. She kept waiting for me to become shorter and looked forward to managing the household when I became too young for the task. She was heartbroken that the opposite was indeed the case and that she would never be in charge of the household. Just one of life's many disappointments. If I live long enough, her dreams could come true. However, fulfilling this wish could take a very long time. We are watching "Cold Comfort Farm", a BBC Films/Thames International production. I rented the film last Saturday evening to keep myself amused while Attila celebrated the end of the busy season with his comrades. We decided to watch the film again, since I had enjoyed it, Attila had not seen it, and there seemed nothing remotely interesting on the television. It is hard to assess to what extent any film romanticizes lifestyles and cultures. This film is an obvious spoof. It pokes fun at class structures and rural mores, among other things. There is an undercurrent of kindness and good will; this prevents the film from degenerating into trite intolerance. While watching this film is not an earth moving experience, it is a very pleasant way to pass the time on a snowy winter evening. My laptop is making some very strange noises, time to back up the hard drive. Off I go then, to transfer files and post this entry before I lose it. |
RECIPES :: Cast Worldly Distractions  Comfrey succumbing to the season. By the Easy Chair Insurance Policies - blech! Airwaves Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree by Brenda Lee On the Screen "Cold Comfort Farm" A comedy. |
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