I can't believe it, dear reader: someone really did unsubscribe from my blog after yesterday's post!
It's to be expected, I suppose. I practically asked for it.
To be honest I, myself, often wonder at the trajectory of Tollipop. What happened to the giveaways? The odes to Trader Joe's? Where are all the posts of girls in blue dresses with their stories of oafish, ill-mannered suitors?
Those always rallied my spirits.
While I'm on the topic, the funny thing about unsubscription emails (and I promise I don't mind or take them personally...except for this one time when someone lectured me for posting pictures of the baby hamsters which she'd unfortunately opened first thing in the morning, bombarded by a slew of hairless rodents before she was able to drink her tea) is that they almost always arrive on an already lousy day.
For that reason alone it's a bit comical to receive them, like some perverse affirmation from the universe, a rainshower that falls on just one person: yes, you are having a bad day.
That's not to stop you from doing it, darling. Dear me, no! Only to say that if you do, I can practically guarantee your timing will be awful.
At any rate, yes. I did get another little mantis, a birthday gift from my husband. It's a budwing mantis, so I'm trying to be as nice to him as I possibly can before he grows up and terrifies the living daylights out of me.
I can't deny it, he's already charmed me to the moon and back. He's such a good little eater, so easy and calm that I'm already up to my old tricks of imagining we're fast friends.
Plus it looks like he's wearing striped socks.
I half wonder if you come for some of the very reasons I do: for the love of language, the careful arrangement of words no matter what the topic, and for a moment of friendship--one that is rare, like paths which cross out in the middle of nowhere yet share something, even one small thing, uniquely in common.