Witty & Wise Ties, Trivia & Lies
Bow Tie o’ the Day graces us with its wooderrific cut-out self. And I’m chewing on the radiating rays of my ‘Links o’ the Day. If I want a bow tie-shaped pair of glasses, I’ll put lenses into Bow Tie. I’d get double the usage out of the object, and re-purposing artifacts is always the right thing to do in our throw-away world. But please don’t re-use Q-tips, barf bags, or dental floss. Not even for yourself. At least, don’t tell me if you do.
Here’s a foray into new waters for me. I’m trying out an Ascot o’ the Day, paired into a nice clash with Shirt o’ the Day. I’m likin’ the ascot style. Since ascots are to be worn inside the shirt collar, I’m enjoying the cool feel of silk around my neck. I wish I’d tried this sooner. But I don’t do regrets. Instead, I think of it like this: At 53, I still encounter wondrous, new things. New things that make me feel like an exploring kid. đ
Mom’s home in St. George now. She had a ball getting Wasatch Front attention, but she’s ready to be home. Bow Tie o’ the Day’s hanky-ness shows its solidarity with Mom in her current coughing/snotting condition, which was so froggy she had to take an ambulance ride to Ogden Regional Hospital yesterday— where she stayed a few hours. It’s not that Betty and Kent didn’t take good care of her at their place. It’s just that Mom is 87-years ancient, and even routine things wear her down. đ¤
Tie o’ the Day reminds me to fill up the gas tank in Vonnegut Grace Vibe before we drive Mom to meet Ron. One thing a person should consider when chauffeuring the elderly is the effect of your fashion choices on their elderly minds. For example, if I didn’t wear a tie on the trip, Mom would worry something was wrong with me. And orange is one of Mom’s fave colors, so she feels cheery to see me in this shirt. PLEASE YOUR MOTHERS, FOLKS!
Bow Tie o’ the Day errands in Provo with me today. I’m lucky my mutts and ties have all enjoyed drives. I don’t know what I would’ve done if they had been prone to carsickness. Tonight, we get Mom again. Mom says this is her last trip up north. She’s said that for the last three years, every time she’s visited here. We’ve never believed her. Unfortunately, I think she’s right this time. It takes too much out of her. She can’t catch her breath. âšī¸
Twizzlers twists Bow Tie o’ the Day symbolizes noodles. I’ve stockpiled noodles for Mom’s visit, cuz she’s always hankering for noodles lately . Doesn’t matter if it’s cheap ramen, or fancy spaghetti. If it’s a noodle, it’s Mom’s. In fact, she is quite into the Knorr/Lipton side-dish noodles. Alfredo is her favorite sauce flavor, but Mom’s not a complainer. As long as the noodles have ANY flavor, she’ll say they were good. She’ll also say it’s been a long time since she’s had noodles. WTFudge? đ¤ˇđģââī¸
Tie o’ the Day is couch potato-ing with us. Mom is up north-er with Mercedes (Betty) for a few days. I declare another Pajama Day today, cuz Mom is exhausting. Not because she’s demanding, but because I’m always on the alert in case she might need/want something. I’m forever in the starting blocks, so if she asks for something I can race to get it. And if she starts to fall, I have to be quick enough to catch her before she hits the ground. đââī¸
Bow Ties o’ the Day exist because duct tape and I exist. That means they’re made of duct tape, and the crafter was I. I’ve disclosed how inept I am at craft-building, but I decided to give this a shot. The bow part is ridiculously easy to make, which is why I’m able to make these resemble bows. The difficult part is assembling the duct tape neck strap. I’ve followed the instructions. So far, my strap resembles chewed gum, stuck to the underbelly of school desks.
Bow Ties o’ the Day waited for Mom to wake up for photos. I declared today a Pajama Day, but we wanted this to be a formal occasion for Mom’s visit. Thus, we’re bow tied black-tie style. After the selfie was taken, Mom dozed again. I believe Mom’s naps are her practice for her death. We have talked about her death many times. She enjoys life to the hilt, and she doesn’t want to go. But she says she isn’t one bit afraid of dying. đ
Mom’s missing another photo opportunity with Tie o’ the Day, cuz she’s dozing around. Mom’s weekday routine revolves around naps and her tv programs: HARRY at 3, and ELLEN at 4. Do not call her during these shows. Anyhoo… My pain doctor is a TIE O’ THE DAY website subscriber. At my appointment with her today, I got to hear all about her fave stories, shirts, and ties from my posts. Her last name is BOKAT, which is pronounced BOW CAT. How could she not be a fan? đ đą