This from my little brother Jonny today: BTW Kirsten, your trip to Portland is old news now. We want something current and snappy.
Current and snappy?? Did he forget who he was talking to? I mean, Jonny, let's keep our expectations south of moderate here: this is me we're talking about.
I've tried repeatedly to get him to join Instagram, where the content hardly qualifies as current or snappy yet is not quite as aged as good cheese. But he continues to decline my invitation, preferring instead to harrow up my soul at the thought of hopeful readers coming to Tollipop, only to leave with shoulders slumped.
As it so happens, there is much to talk about. None of it current or snappy, mind you, but a steady stream of thought nonetheless.
For starters, it only took me three years to hang some art on this wall.
Think less: lazy and more: commitment issues.
But that's NOTHING compared to THIS. The BLUE BEE, dear reader. The mythical, legendary, ENORMOUS blue bee!!
I found him on my run over the weekend...lying on the ground and about to be devoured by ants. He was near death, so I picked him up and brought him home, sobered by the demise of such a magnificent creature, yet elated beyond words to think I finally came across one that was okay to keep.
I write this with a calm and collected demeanor, but I assure you that's only because there is no way to express the elated wonder I feel over this secretly longed-for gift and its sweetly curious timing.
There have been birthdays (Izzy and Winnie's) with many dear well wishers.
Plus a trip to Salt Lake City including a two hour violin lesson which was embarked upon and concluded within the span of one day.
I felt very Canadian about that.
There is the disheartening observation my scarabs are slowing down.
And the lovely association of family and friends, of evenings spent together, of early mornings, music lessons, baby showers, and volleyball games, of runs out in the desert, of puppies, carpools, and homework assignments, of an entire day (!) spent at the DMV and the friends I made there (one elderly woman kept calling me child, and why did that make me so happy?), of a house that is never clean and a novel that has been severely neglected.
All this and more, as far from snappy as one can possibly imagine. But it is going on, gaining momentum...I'm trying to surrender and let myself enjoy as much of it as I possibly can.