This dreaded text arrived yesterday from my brother, who's become my canary in the coal mine (so to speak) where Tollipop is concerned:
What's up with Tollipop? Are you running out of topics? I'll give you one: Rhode Island. It's neither a road nor an island.
Dear reader, I don't want to bore you with the same old litany of excuses as to why this blog has become a mere cipher of its former self. I sometimes struggle to see the point of continuing to make these periodic entries...it seems presumptuous to assume there's still an interest. I'm disappointed in the way it has dwindled to a few hasty words and pictures, but I don't want to let it go completely. It might be more accurate to say I don't think I can let it go, even if I end up all by myself in this place.
Writing is such a vivid outlet for me--I bask in words the way some people bask in the sun, they come in shapes and colors, they soothe me like a mother's voice. So it helps to know, in some dark corner of my mind, that Tollipop is still there, even it it's been overgrown by brambles and weeds.
By way of an update, then...Winnie is back! Her cone is off and while I must say she didn't seem to let it cramp her style in the interim, we are beyond thrilled to have our floppy eared puppy minus the accessory.
Volleyball has been incredibly exciting this season. We have an amazing coach and the girls have been coming onto the court like gladiators...if gladiators were, like, a little more darling yet no less deadly.
Izzy made the thrilling discovery of a praying mantis in our rose garden!
The very next day, I decided to release Eisenhower back into the wilds. I thought it might be a teary good-bye but then he reminded me he doesn't do emotion so I didn't do it, either.
I still have dear little Higgins, who was captive born...I hope it's not such a bad thing to keep him indoors.
I also have my five minute pets out in the desert. Unfortunately, this one reared up on his hind legs and shot laser beams at me, a gesture which didn't seem altogether too friendly, so our relationship lasted more like three minutes, with a promise to keep in touch.
That's perhaps it for me, at the moment. This is a busy week, I'm frustrated by my lack of progress with my novel, I'm worried about a few things, I'm beginning to realize it's actually going to be quite difficult when it comes time for Sophie to leave, I made a new friend over the weekend, the weather is gorgeous, I don't know what's going on with my metabolism, I'm grateful for my family and many other things, who knows what's for dinner tonight, but when all is said and done, I feel a quiet sense of peace.
How are you, dear reader? Won't you take a moment and give me some sort of answer to that question? I'm wishing you all things happy and good, with the ability to get through everything that isn't. xo