The sky got grey and fierce and the rain poured down. People’s basements got flooded.
People got stranded in the streets with out an umbrella and were forced to seek shelter under pitiful shop drafters.
While Toronto got drenched, I was reveling in the end of visitor season. I cleaned, I mopped, I cooked. I googled a recipe for Chicken in Spanish rice, which was easy enough, until I mistakenly added curry instead of turmeric powder and ended up with Chicken in Curry rice. Luckily it worked out and was delicious, thank you for asking.
I then did what you’re supposed to do on a rainy night, I watched two movies, courtesy of http://www.zip.ca/ a wonderful DVD service where they send you DVD’s via post. Not only is it quick and efficient, but finally I’m getting something in the mail other than bills and junk mail.
I watched Everything is Illuminated a story about an eccentric young Jewish guy who travels to the Ukraine to find the woman who saved his grandfathers life, and is driven around by young man who loves to use the most intricate engligh words to express the simplest things.
The second movie was called 2046, it’s a Chinese/Japanese movie in which the narrator scarred from an earlier romance, is seen with a different woman each Christmas, unable to lend his heart to any. He pens a book about a the year 2046 in which you can live in the memory of the happiest time of your life. The movie is filled with melancholy and nostalgia. The one scene that got me was when the narrator is getting dressed and in the back ground the a Christmas song “Chessnuts Roasting on an Open Fire” and he has no one to spend the holiday with. What is it about Christmas time that makes us need companionship? Is it a need created by the retail industry, or is there something magical about that season that makes us want to reach out to our love ones and let ourselves be loved?
I’ll leave you with a few quotes from the movie:
In love you can't bring on a substitute.
Love is all a matter of timing. It's no good meeting the right person too soon or too late.
All Memories are traces of tears