Month: June 2017

 

Bow Tie o’ the Day #2 and I are modeling Dad’s NRA ball cap. I am not trying to cover my eyes in this pic. The hat is simply this bigly. Clearly, I have a big hat to fill if I wanna be like my dad. I won’t even try to fill his boots.  Dad loved to hunt coyotes. More than one person in town has told me that in the early morning when Dad died, they heard the howling of coyotes. I have no doubt whatsoever.

 

Trust me, Church Bow Tie is covered with bees. I’m wearing yellow and black colors for my dad, the Master Beekeeper. Got the Dad-likes-purple Pimp Vest on (not the Pimp Jacket I promised I will post). It’s all about Dad, all week. 🐝 Sorry I’m such a blurry photographer today. Perhaps I should wear my glasses when I try to be Ansel Adams. This selfie thing is something I’m still learning. Who knew that selfie-shness is such a difficult art?! 🤓

This lavender/purple (Dad’s fave colors) Bow Tie o’ the Day and I played a game o’ billiards at The Pub–after a day of hefting, toting, and hawking our possessions. Today’s main event was definitely a yard sale. But at the Care Center, Mom kept asking how our “bake sale” went. “Havin’ a little pain pill action goin’ on there, Mom?” When she got to the ER in Provo last week, a nurse asked her if she needed anything. Her reply: “A tall glass of morphine.” 🍹 Bow Tie and I abhor Mom’s pain. 😭 Give the old broad whatever she wants. 👑

Tie o’ the Day #2 loves this bunny hat! In the yard sale? Yes! It’s not quite a set of Playboy Bunny ears, but the hat’s a symbol of my eternal Delta Rabbit-ness. 🐰 Next month is the Class o’ 82’s 35th High School Reunion. Geez, I’m ancient. Still feel 17, but with a boatload of wisdom I didn’t have back then. My body, however, does not feel 17. I notice my mortal coil is 53 only when I move or breathe. ☠️💀

Tie o’ the Day #1 is here to assure you that this hat will be for sale in the yard sale tomorrow! Ain’t the headwear speshul? It has frightened many a child when I’ve worn it.😱😲 You’ll be seeing black and yellow ties for a few days. It’s my gone Dad’s birthday next week, and I honor him with bee colors and bees. You might even see my bee tattoo. I just have to figure out how to do a selfie of my back in order to display it.🐝🐝

Tie o’ the Day # 2 is pleased to let you know that Mom is hangin’ in there. Tonight, she referred to one of the Care Center nurses as “the drug dealer.” She hasn’t snarked for a couple of days, so this was a good sign. She is trying to adjust to her situation, even though she describes her situation as “crap.” 💩

Bow Tie o’ the Day #1 schooled me. I had never thought of wearing a bow tie as a hatband. Ya do learn somethin’ every day. And I learned something I need to correct about wisdom I imparted the other day. Although hospitals tend to keep their temperatures too cold, at the Delta Care Center they create a temperature which I call Old People Heat. Hint: If you go there, wear only a swimsuit with your bow tie. 👙 Otherwise, you’ll have a run-in with heat exhaustion.

Bow Tie o’ the Day # 2 went to the grocery store with me tonight, and Bow Tie was on its most exemplary behavior. I told Bow Tie to pick out a treat for being so mannerly, and this is what Bow Tie wanted: a tiny, cute Demi Baguette of French bread. All of my ties have a weakness for bread. 🍞 My weakness used to be liquid bread. 🍺 Here’s a fact for ya: They do not taste like the same thing.

Tie o’ the Day #1 has exactly the right idea on this sweltering day. While I was taking a dip in the pool, Tie was grabbing a nap and a tan. Look at it there on its towel, stretched out on it’s back so its belly can catch the rays. And it has such a patterned decorative tan. Please note that Tie is smart as can be about its skin’s health: it uses tanning lotion AND sunscreen.

Tie o’ the Day #2 is proud to show off its idea for handling the I-Wanna-Wear-A-Tank-Top-But-It’s-Cold-Inside-Businesses Problem. Just do this: Throw on your tank, then throw a button-down, sleeved shirt around your shoulders. Next, button ONLY the shirt’s top button. Now, get your bow tie in place. And now, you’re ready to push the shirt back behind your shoulders. VOILA! YOU ARE MAGICALLY THE WEARER O’ A GROOVY CAPE! If you get chilly, put your arms through the shirt sleeves. Button the shirt if you must. Or simply pull the shirt around your shoulders for a bit o’ warmth. What a magnificent look! 🕶