It's brutally cold, man. We always end up in the icebox for a few weeks every year, and though we had a very warm beginning of winter, we are now well below normal for the period. Winter acivities for me are limited to ice skating (once per year) and sliding down the hill on the crazy carpet (once per year). I claim to ski, but truth be told, I haven't skied since I lived in Southern California. Here, I always decide, "it's too cold to ski."
There is a snow festival every year here. It started this weekend. I have never been. It is always too cold to ponder spending the day outside standing in line for beaver tails. (This is a kind of waffle/doughnut thing in the shape of a beaver tail with chocolate goo slathered on it. And bananas if you like, and I do.)
So we stay home. The video rental store is directly across the street, and I picked up a few movies for last night. We watched Click and United 93. Click was a fun movie I must say, however, I really wish Adam Sandler took some diction lessons. How has he become a star speaking so slushily as it were? And United 93 reminded me of watching Titanic. You know it's going to end tragically, but you're still drawn in, hoping for the survival of the characters. Even Serge was riveted. I was crying helplessly as the people called to say a final I love you to loved ones. And for the hijackers, I just kept thinking, "Cowards."