tollipop

everything but the dancing lady must go

As it happens, gauging a move is a delicate balancing act.  Like a minuet.  Or a sarabande.

Are we coming or are we going?  Are we packing or playing?

Running or doing laundry?

Is that a trick question?

In the midst of our chaos does life have the audacity to proceed as normal?

Thank goodness, I suppose, that it does.

Because we are coming, going, packing, playing, running, and doing laundry.  It's all one big, lovely mess...reminding me again while it's good to be organized, it's also good to accept not everything is under control.

But, dear reader, if your life is under control, please tell me about it.  Please delineate the ordered beauty of your day. Please explain an algebraic equation. Please remind me how Martha Stewart brines a turkey.    

I think it would distill upon my frenzied mind like a panacea, like a fairy tale better than any prince riding up on a charger, any goose laying golden eggs.

Though perhaps not quite so good as a house made of gingerbread, mind you.  

If anyone has that, please contact me immediately.  

I've a bag of breadcrumbs just waiting for the call.

dr. tollestrup will take your call

Dear reader, remember how I told you about my brother being on the radio?  Well, the show is still on...it's just that his programming schedule changed and I've been too scattered to keep myself or anyone else abreast of the matter.  

At any rate, his show airs this evening (and every other Friday) at 6:00 p.m., PDT. The radio station is Talk Radio AM 720 Las Vegas, or you can listen to it online at kdwn.com/streamer/... just click on this link at the aforementioned time.

It's pretty good stuff.  You'll come away feeling super smart, like if you were ever to get on Jeopardy and the category was The Human Nervous System, you'd wreak havoc on the competition.  Everyone would just, like, lay down their buzzers and burst into tears.  The audience would chant your name.  You would call out answers before being posed a question.  Alex Trebek would start cursing in French and be all: who is this person and how does she know so much about nerves?!

I dream about these things.

In case you're unfamiliar with my brother or my enthusiasm for his work...he's a doctor, one of a handful of surgeons worldwide who are trained to perform specialized surgery on the body's peripheral nervous system.

I may not be a medical professional (though you would be forgiven for presuming otherwise), but even I know it's no cakewalk when it comes to tracking down those sneaky peripheral nerves.  They branch out from your central nervous system and go positively haywire and anyone but my brother would have a dilly of a time locating them!

And if those nerves are giving you problems, they can put you in the hurt locker. They can hold a person hostage to pain like the world's tiniest terrorist.

My brother can solve that.  Not just allay the pain.  But make it go away for good.

Anyway, it's worth a listen.  

Franchement...it's Las Vegas on a Friday night.  

What else are you going to do?? 

making me happy

Caroline is honoring her time old tradition of wearing pink and red through the month of February...(it's worth a click).

However, this year she's gently forewarned me it might not be every day.  

But on some days, Valentine colors will be on full display.

That's okay.  

I'm not even sure it's seemly to be as happy as her little ensembles make me.

it's february 1st and i believe in love

Dear reader, it's been mentioned before, but I believe in love.  

I believe in friendship, kinship, companionship, romance. I believe in admiration, ardency, passion, and zeal. I adore handwritten notes, tokens of esteem, a certain way of looking at one another, smiles with hidden meaning.  I believe in playfulness, tenderness, generosity, warmth.

I believe in second chances.

I believe in simple gestures.

I believe in candy.  Maybe that has nothing to do with love. Maybe it does.

Maybe I just believe in sweetness.

The most important thing I know about love is this: give it.

Put it out there.  Don't keep track.  Don't gauge.  Just let it flow.

Sooner or later, love will come back to you.

I know this is sounding cornier by the minute and believe me, I don't run through the streets passing out peppermint taffies and hugging everyone I see.  But I secretly wish I could.  I secretly wish there was a way to put more love into this world.  

In an appropriate, legal way, mind you.

But still...more love.

xoxo