My water bottle, which I had left in the car overnight, had frozen (though to be fair it only had an inch or two of water left in it.) It was definitely a chilly day.
Today's main activity was figuring out a crossword puzzle. The Washington Post puts all the Sunday supplements in with Saturday's paper, so today's (LA Times) crossword puzzle was a Sunday level (from last Sunday?) I got off to a slow start - but kept at it (while Mom put away the rest of the Peapod order, dressed, and did a few other housekeeping things) and actually finished it - with just a little help from Mom.
By then it was lunchtime (I made us grilled cheese sandwiches) and soon after we were off to the Saturday afternoon foreign movie, The Fencer.
It takes place in Estonia after the end of WWII -
and at the end we learned it was a true story.
In the 1950s, the citizens of Haapsalu never knew when to expect the knock on the door signaling that one of their family members was about to be taken away by the Soviets. Nevertheless, it is Haapsalu that fencing master Endel Nelis, on the run from the authorities in Leningrad, chooses as safe harbor. There, under an assumed name, he establishes a fencing school for the children, many of whom have been orphaned by the Soviet occupiers. Just when he begins to think he can have a normal life in this tiny Estonian town, the children beg him to take them to the national fencing competition in Leningrad, unknowingly forcing Endel to choose between his own fate and the trust they’ve found in his care. The Fencer is based on the true story of Nelis, whose fencing club still exists to this day.
I sort of talked Mom into going since the blurb sounded good to me (and it had been nominated for a number of awards) and we both enjoyed it - as did the others we chatted with afterward while waiting for the elevator.
Today was the first time I've walked the halls over to the Encore Theater (other times we either walked outside, a much more direct route, or took the shuttle bus) and it was quite a schlep, along with several level changes via elevator. (At times we were on the Terrace level, Level 1, and even Level 3.) Did get to see some new hallways and shelf decorations, including one Santa climbing up and down a ladder, and ran into various friends of Mom's along the way: Martha when walking over, Micki at the theater, and Mildred when walking home.
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