He is hale and hearty and rather full of himself, this guy from the city introducing the show. Wearing a trendy suit meant for a man ten years younger, he’s shaved his head to pretend he doesn’t care about going bald. He is taking credit for the musical we...
365 Days of Mirth
Day 55: Time’s Winged Chariot Is Parked Out Front
My mother baked bread right before the open house. She wanted the homestead to smell warm and inviting to prospective buyers. I don’t begrudge those guilders the house as much as I do all the time and effort she put into making that bread. After all, once you sell...
Day 54: I Was There First
Mimicry is not the highest form of flattery, despite what mother told me. Imagine my delight at discovering, when trying to open a new Mirth gmail account, that several variations of my website’s name were already taken! Years ago, when I registered the domain name, I spent endless hours...
Day 53: No Moe Larry or Curly
Husband sometimes gently suggests that Mirth is not as mirthful as it might be. When this happens, I go through my library of Pointed Looks and select an especially suitable one to spear him with. I suggest that marriage has not proved as mirthful as it might be, either....
Day 52: Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
What kind of petition-pusher trudges through a thick snowstorm on a dreary night in February, fighting the icy wind to knock on door after door in the freezing dark? Even the ever-loyal mailman won’t go to that extreme. In the current political maelstrom, I can’t say I blame him....