Blizzard, Lincoln’s Birthday, 2006
Terri and I are watching the snow pile up here at The Curtisian. We’re taking a break from watching “David Lean’s film of Doctor Zhivago” which is what the title screen says, I believe aptly. It’s something that probably should be qualified, like calling Kraft singles “cheese food”. It shares the same plot as the book, but it’s really not a whole lot like it. Terri is doing some of her physical therapy back exercises, and I’m waiting for a little more snow to pile up before taking a turn with the snowblower.
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several hours later…
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April called and tells me that the news in France has been all about the people who are freezing to death because of the record cold in Russia. Whole towns suddenly plunged into crisis when their pipes burst. What people freezing to death of cold in Russia? Can’t even find anything about it, except from stuff on the BBC from Jan. 19. We both agreed that the news is very warped lately; focusing on really trivial stuff, while the whole Iran thing is basically going to turn into World War III, and oh, while the news spent two days just itching for the snowstorm to come to the Northeast, the Yemeni prisoners who were being held for bombing the USS Cole in 2000 escaped. But I’m sure they just wanted to get back to their families and have no intention of causing any further trouble.
Anyway, April agrees that Doctor Z is a perfect movie to be snowed in with. Speaking of hard times in Russia.