I love my job. I was just did live hands for Ziggy who was attacked by a giant carrot. Can a girl have more fun?

David, the puppeteer who plays the mayor, is Jewish and his wife sent him a menorah so he could celebrate Hanukah here. I was looking for the prayers for him (he’d forgotten one) and stumbled upon Lighting this page. I thought David was in trouble, at first, because he’s been lighting the candles at work, which seems to be against the rules, but then it turns out that its okay because he eats all his meals here. Whew.

Shall we go back to a new short story once a week? This is something I wrote a while ago, but I’m reworking it to submit. Here are the first thirteen lines. Let me know if you want to read more.

Some Other Day
By Mary Robinette Kowal
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp The summer the mosquitoes died began as the best one in Josie Langdon’s life. As she dived through the sprinkler in the front yard, the cold water sparkled as if someone had hung a beaded curtain upside down. She gasped with laughter, then turned and jumped through the curtain again.
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Hey, Jo-bug!” Her dad walked up the sidewalk, home early from work.
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Daddy!” She ran to meet him, dancing as the hot concrete steamed against her feet. He towered between her and the sun.
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Not minding that she dripped with water from the sprinkler, her dad picked her up and swung her around. She shrieked with laughter.

I keep going on about skyr and finally found a website that explains the national dish of Icelanders.