Snowy Saturday Morning---What Else?

I woke at 6:00, to a darken sky, now so gray-white that I can hardly tell the difference between the lake an the shoreline towards Bemus, as all blends together.  A solitary light near Long Point, a fisherman, is the only beacon in this ocean of gray. I can just make out the outline of Tom's Point though the  trees in our front yard, loom large and daunting, the only shapes visible this morning.  It's 22 degrees, about what it's been for the past three or four days, and the snow flakes are wet, not fluffy and large as we like.  We know it's Saturday because our day is informed by our trash drop off, at he North Harmony transfer station, always a fun trip, as we get to see some of our neighbors, as they too come out of their weekly hibernation.

We watched SOUL KITCHEN last night, a film by a Turkish/German film maker Fatih Akin, who has made a couple of films, usually about Turkish immigrants to Germany and their problems--HEAD-ON and THE EDGE OF HEAVEN. This time, he sets it in a German restaurant, the major characters are Greeks (hardly a Turk in the film) and it never moves beyond the German city.  The plot revolves around Kazanazakis's attempts to make the restaurant a go.  Many conflicts arise, his girl moving to Shanghai, his brother in jail, his site coveted by a German entrepreneur. All's well that ends well but we never much liked or care about any of the characters and the plot needed a silly deus ex machina to resolve.  Go back to your Turkish roots and stories. please.

We drove over to Long Point around noon and walked out to the tip of the point.  The entire bay off of Long Point was filled with fishermen, at least 100 I would say.  We walked out and talked to a couple