The main highway has reopened, other roads in the area have been closed. The snow continues to drop like a veil from the sky. Gusts of wind make it difficult to see, even from the living room window; I can just imagine how poor visibility is from the vantage point of a moving vehicle.
There was some kind of activity next door today. It could have been that they are taking out trees, because from time to time I heard a chain saw. What a day to do a yard clean up! Hold on, I resorted to peeking out through the closed blinds, master spy! They had a man in an elevated basket, with a chain saw, lopping smallish branches from the trees. From the sound of all their high volume verbal communication, they were having a great time.
Attila managed to make it home for lunch, but could only get the car into the driveway far enough to get it off the road. Then he had to shovel that out before he could get the car out of the driveway, to go back to work after lunch.
My day began at 3:30 a.m. My first thoughts were a clue to why I needed to be awake. I awoke thinking about a film I recently watched, Amour, starring Jean-Louis Trintignant, Emmanuelle Riva, and Isabelle Huppert among others.
Georges and Anne are in their eighties.
They are cultivated, retired music teachers.
Their daughter, who is also a musician, lives abroad with her family.
One day, Anne has an attack.
The couple’s bond of love is severely tested.”
Source: Sony Classics
I will think about what this film meant to me until I find myself thinking of it no more. I found it touching and deeply disturbing. So, as the white snow flew through the dark night, I sat thinking about how sad it is, the way illness and vulnerability are dealt with in the modern world. It always touches me deeply when people manage to find dignity in difficult circumstances. The everyday hero/heroine has so much substance.
SNOW SQUALL WARNING IN EFFECT
Date: 3:41 PM EST Wednesday 11 December 2013
Pressure: 102.1 kPa
Visibility: 16 km
Wind: NW 8 km/h
Wind Chill: -16
“Inspiration may be a form of superconsciousness, or perhaps of subconsciousness – I wouldn’t know. But I am sure it is the antithesis of self-consciousness.”
1900 – 1990