Fall Like Morning

Celeron Lighthouse (Lucille Ball Park) at Dusk

It's 55 degrees outside, with the striking clouds off in the distance, reminiscent of a fall sky.  It's partly sunny, with hardly a boat on the lake, only a fisherman or two, as I contemplate my day.  It looks like a good day to wash our front windows, something we have yet to do because or our travels, the wet weather, perhaps laziness or ennui.

We had chicken tikka masala last night, a bit disappointing as it was not spicy enough though we followed the directions.  The scallions cakes, however, were really good, cut up fresh scallions in a pancake like batter, dipped in a soy/vinegar sauce...yum.

We also watched a really good movie, our kind of film actually, called THE GROCER'S SON.  It was in French, set in I assume the Pyrenees, the southern mountain range in France.  The son, who left the small village ten years ago to make his way in the city, must return home to help out with the local grocery because his father suffered a stroke.  Somewhat angry, not very successful in the city, the son reluctantly returns to a job and village he fled.  Most of his days are spent driving the grocery truck around the nearby villages, serving the needs of the elderly who depend on the truck.  Lacking charm, patience and unhappy with his life, he offends the locals and only with the help of his girl friend, does he begin to understand how to relate to the people, repair the relationship with his father, and realize how important he is too these locals.  It's lovingly filmed, in southern France, filled with interesting people, and the relationship between Antoine and Claire moves slowly but relentlessly forward, as they get to know each other.  Like most European movies, it moves slowly, with little flash, action, or bam; rather it's about character, relationships, and the connection between people.  We loved it.