Here Comes the Storm

If loading up on Tin Tin and Holly Hobie books is preparing for the blizzard headed our way then we are good to go. Throw in a bag of salt and vinegar Cape Cod chips and we can weather anything, piece of cake. This morning at the library there were crowds of patrons balancing towering stacks of all the audio visual material they could manage. The librarians smiled wearily. I thought about bringing them a Box o' Joe to aid their stamina, but that idea stayed where it started.  Thankfully they were closing early at noon. We made it out with an arsenal.

And then the seas parted and I caught sight of something buried deep in my childhood, Shelley Duvall's Faerie Tale Theatre.  Do you remember these? Robin Williams as the Frog Prince? Liza Minelli as the storm worn princess in The Princess and the Pea? My friends and I spent countless hours mesmerized by these tales. The production is so homey, and quality, and hilarious, all at the same time. They are better than I remembered.  Myles and Fiona are equally enamored, Praise God. I think I would have had to give them up if they did not perform cartwheels after viewing. Their favorite part was when Red Riding Hood knocked at the door of Granny's house who was still working on her precious red hood. Stalling for time to hide the gift, Granny shouts, "Wait...uhh..I'm naked!"  It is better than it sounds.