Saturday, January 01, 2011


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.


Debra She Who Seeks said...

Mum on, Anne, mum on. A worthy ambition.

Spare said...

Oh hai. Do want to mum. Mum (Lolcats see what I did there) p

Sarita Rucker said...

Break a leg! :]

Nettle said...

I watched some of the parade on TV. I saw a performer that looked sort of like you and thought "wait, is that..." The camera angle changed and I saw that it wasn't you after all, but I will now see this as a precognitive event. You will be a mummer, I have seen it already!

Psycho Culture said...

A worthy goal, so Mum on... :)

Intense Guy said...

You'd be a good mummer.

Do they have a Druid Brigade?

I know a clown in one of the comedy brigades - she was umm.. lets saw passionate about her mumming. Perhaps you and your comedic offspring could join a comedy brigade?

Anne Johnson said...

Comedy brigade is the plan. I thought they were all "closed shops," but it turns out some of them are recruiting. Yay!