As some may already know, the Forrest City Little Theatre has begun rehearsals for the musical, “Oliver!” to be presented in July.
Summer approaches, and I, having been semi-retired for a while, have been studying some things. These are things I only noticed enough to complain about in times past, but I have been giving more thought to them lately.
Well, this seems to be one of those weeks in which absolutely nothing funny has happened or is happening, anywhere. Trouble is, I have to write something. So in the absence of anything funny, I turn to things I find alarming.
With Mother’s Day approaching, there’s an awful lot of sentimental, sometimes downright maudlin, stuff on the Internet and other places, concerning mothers and motherhood. That’s fine. Folks do get emotional when it comes to their mothers. No gripe here.
Once again, I am the villain. Odd how it works out that way.
I got a kick out of the story from The Netherlands, about a chimpanzee that destroyed a drone when its keepers sent one a-droning over the zoo exhibit where it lives.
I gaze out across my expanse of lawn (well, my yard, such as it is), and I discover that the winter, alas, awful though it was, did not kill all the grass
I gaze out across my expanse of lawn (well, my yard, such as it is), and I discover that the winter, alas, awful though it was, did not kill all the grass.
Back during all the icy weather, I said to someone that I’d rather sneeze than freeze. I meant it quite literally.
I recall the day, while I was toiling away in the second grade, when my fellow toilers and I were informed that, beginning immediately, we would use nothing but “real writin’” for all tests and anything else we did that required written communication.