So Mojo gets out her grow-light to keep off the wintertime blues.Little Miss loves Mommy's bright light and wants to sit with her every morning. Mojo reads and does the bookkeeping, Missy draws wonderful ovals and squiggles that she says are "Max", "Mommy", Shea-Shea", "kitties" and "Daddy".She couldn't resist showing off for the camera though.Big brother Peeper spent some time playing nicely with his baby sister today, for which he received many a hearty spanking.After the kids get up and about it's time for Fat Nitty and Miss Lily to take possession of the bed. Here they are engaging in competetive loafing.I think that Nitty's winning.
In case you're wondering - and I'm quite sure you're not - the title of this post is from another post, that is, a short story, from a collection of stories called "Comrade Don Camillo" that was written in the 1950s and 60s, along with a bunch of other Don Camillo stories about a little town on northern Italy and the characters that lived in the imagination of the Italian author and journalist Giovaninno Guareschi.
I was introduced to these stories when I was very young - I think I read the first one sometime in junior high school so, say, about 1970. I had no idea what the Cold War meant to Europe, where the hell the Po Valley was or anything else about the people in the stories. But they were wonderful stories, full of strange humor and characters I'd never even thought of thinking of.
Oh - just to break in here - Missy has figured out that the massaging shower head is even more fun that flinging the water out of the tub by hand. Cunning girl.
Anyway, I think I titled another post sometime away back "Blue Sunday". Why, here it is. Another Don Camillo story; you can see my mind is like a pack-rat's nest. It never throws anything away, just hoards it in some crevice until it wants it again.
So if you have a moment and feel the urge, spend some time with the big priest and the big Red mayor from the little Tuscan town. You might find you're glad you did. I hope so, anyway.
It's late and time for bed. But I'll drop in tomorrow. Saw an odd little movie and it's been on my mind; got some things to say about it.