Neanderpundit

Back a week now, and it’s a good thing to be back. I enjoyed my trip a great deal, but it’s nice to take a real shower, nice to step out of the shower and grab the comb from on top of the medicine cabinet (where only I can reach) and comb my wet hair, grab my razor (ditto) and shave, and dress for work. It’s nice to drift off to sleep with my right hand on the Ogwife’s right hip. It’s nice to wake that way too.

I wasn’t exactly homesick, but I missed being at home, and as I age, I find that the things in which I find comfort are dearer to me.

I also have a deep melancholy that afflicts me in the long dark days of autumn, and watching the world die around me makes me contemplate mine own mortality. Knowing that spring will bring it all back is precious little comfort to me as I rake the billions of leaves.

Pascal links to this Bruno Bozzetto film, a segment of which is shown here on Youtube:

The allegory is wonderful, and it can be applied remarkably well to the current situation, and it echoes my desires quite well. The lead character (Mr Big Ears himself) wanders through a lot of different changes, which everyone follows, eventually with an almost military precision, until he’s so tired of being aped he tries (by example) to get all his “followers” to jump off a cliff.

Thankfully, they show him what they think of that. Watch. And pass the meme on, it’s quite amusing. Oh, and the title? It means (roughly) “Nazzo fast, Guido” (OK, I put the Guido in)