Although I have enjoyed many of his films, Woody Allen gives me the creeps. His cynicism is not as virulent as Martin Scorsese's, but it is profound and he seems to live down to it in his personal life. That said, I don't believe he's a child molester. Only one woman has made this claim. As far as I know, deviates do not stop after a single instance. They cannot control themselves. I suspect Mia Farrow, the woman scorned who seems a little weird herself, is behind this attack. Until other victims accuse Allen, I will believe he is innocent of the charge.
What to do to fill the hours on a stormy day: I set up my new DVD player. It was easy. It is far sleeker than the one I had. I wonder if that is one of the reasons they're so much cheaper than they were a decade or so ago. I will play with it later to familiarize myself with its features. The last film I was viewing had about 20 minutes left when the machine conked out. I haven't returned it to Netflix. Although I'm not crazy about it, I want to see how it evolves.
After lunch I headed to the recycling center, which is always better to use in foul weather. I was the only one there, not an Asian in sight. From there I headed up East 13th, into the teeth of the wind and rain. It was five long blocks to the HSBC at Avenue U. Fortunately, there weren't many vehicles on the road, so I was able to walk in the slushy streets. I was soaked and my sunglasses were dotted with raindrops. Since the weather has been so bad this winter, I've had to hit the ATM more than usual. At one point last summer things were going so good for the floating book shop I didn't have to make a withdrawal for three months. Then again, it's not that I made a lot of money. I just don't spend much. While at the machine in the lobby, I peered into the bank and didn't spot a single customer.
The walk home was a snap except for the fact that my pants and gloves were sopping. I stopped at my car. I was glad I'd moved it to the left hand side of the street. The vehicles on the right were plowed in. Still, I had to shovel away the wet snow that had accumulated around the old Hyundai, which should make tomorrow's dig easier. I didn't bother cleaning it off, hoping the rain would do it. I rewarded myself with a hot chocolate when I got back to the apartment. The brunt of the storm is on the way. The forecast is for two to four more inches. I feel sorry for the folks who are getting all snow, and for the elderly confined to their homes. My sister hasn't been out in more than a week. She must be reading even more than usual, and doing more puzzles. The temperatures have been revised down the next few days, but at least they will be above freezing in the day time. I will check my regular nook tomorrow and, if the rock-like mound that covered it has softened, will shovel it away and clear the ledge that spans the area of the building on Avenue Z. Unfortunately, that will not address the problem of parking. It will likely be a limited edition of the floating book shop for the foreseeable future, there or at the viaduct at E. 15th.
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Vic's 3rd Novel: http://tinyurl.com/7e9jty3
Vic's Website: http://members.tripod.com/vic_fortezza/Literature/
Vic's Short Story Collection (Print or Kindle): http://www.tiny.cc/Oycgb
Vic's 2nd Novel: http://tinyurl.com/6b86st6
Vic's 1st Novel: http://tiny.cc/94t5h
Vic's Horror Screenplay on Kindle: http://tinyurl.com/cyckn3
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