Shopping Tips and Guidance by Mandy Claire

I woke up this morning all snuggled against the cold night air, and I got to thinking about the fact that my life is maybe two-thirds over. So what sort of resolutions should I make, given that fact?

I began thinking about some of the things I've dreamed of doing that I've never gotten around to doing. We all have a list of those, don't we?

My list doesn't include climbing Mt. Everest or hiking to Maccu Picchu. Never was very intrepid.

However, there is one thing I've always wanted to do. At least since 1987. I want to march in the Philadelphia Mummers Parade.

The tradition of Mumming belongs to the bored gods: to Saturn and to the Celtic deities who brought you Wren Day. By joining a comic brigade, I will be proving my devotion to the bored gods. And proof it will be indeed. Even the sorriest brigade of Mummers practices for months, sewing or purchasing expensive costumes in the process.

This is resolved. I want to Mum. So might it be.