"Seven ways from Sunday"

In the long stretch between breakfast and supper, Tiny visits her late, great brother Babe's aerie of choice, the top of the piano just across the room from where we sit at our computer. As we wrote only last September of our precious, seemingly robust baby boy, "Unconcerned with what talking heads are calling "the mess we're in," GOP (grand old pussycat) leader Baby Cakes shares the platform with the Republican base ("Ivory" elephant memento of our Kenyan Holiday last century).

"I have no idea why I bother to take photographs," wrote Elisson not without irony in the comments of our previous Tiny post, "Peaches and cream":

One image of Tiny, and I am completely outclassed, seven ways from Sunday.

Sissy, once again you have taken a beautiful subject and successfully Gilded the Lily.

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