We did get about three inches of soft fluffy snow; it was the nice kind that swept off easily with my broom, but cold enough to freeze and crunch underfoot. It got up to 30 degrees in the afternoon, but I don't think it got much below 24 last night.
I decided to brave the roads and go to the movies. The roads were, in fact, perfectly clear except for my subdivision. I went to the Movie Tavern; its parking lot was full but not the lobby.
I bought a ticket for True Grit -- even though I'd seen the original I knew Jeff Bridges could do anything better than John Wayne. And he did not disappoint. The girl who played Mattie Ross was wonderful, as was Matt Damon. The Cohens even directed using what I assume was more genuine language -- no contractions. I don't remember the ending of the original movie, but this ending was perfect. Mattie at 35 or 40, missing her left arm because of the snake bite, dressed in black, chastising the man as trash in the Wild West Show because he did not get up when a lady (she) was present, and then having Cogburn's body moved to her town, buried high on a hill, she dressed all in black.
As Cogburn rode through the night with Mattie trying to save her life, I wondered if the roads had iced over and if more snow had fallen back in my real life. Would I be forced to blaze a trail down Richmond Road and into my subdivision, as if I too were in a western only fighting ice rather than outlaws or snakes? But of course no additional snow had fallen and the roads were all clear.
There was a decent amount of traffic for seven at night, though it was odd to see so many dark buildings -- Wal-Mart, office buildings, restaurants. Only Kroger's and the Shell station were open as I drove home.
Got home just in time to watch a Gray's Anatomy re-run and catch up with the laundry and scritch some parrots.
No comments:
Post a Comment