Bow Tie o’ the Day is headed to surgery. Toodles, til later.
CTR Always Wins
Not all decisions are difficult. Bow Tie Money Clip o’ the Day looking out for Mom is a no-brainer. I needed Hanky Panky surgery three years ago, but that’s when Mom’s health declined bigly. I had to choose. I spent the next two years mostly in Delta, with Mom. My Hanky Panky had to wait. The SMART choice isn’t always the same as the RIGHT choice. I’ve got no regrets that I chose the RIGHT, instead of the SMART. But Hanky Panky’s got no choices anymore: it needs its turn.⚖
Packed And Waiting For Uber
A day early, Neckwear o’ the Week-Or-So is packed. Toothbrush, sleep boxers, and socks, too. That’s it. What else does a girl need to haul with her, to get a few organs/pieces removed? FYI! TIE O’ THE DAY continues. Suzanne’ll aid me in posting. Stay tuned for vacation hijinks (tie-jinks?) from Huntsman Beach, where I’ll lounge on my bow tie beach towel. I’ll build sand ties. I’ll keep my ear buds full o’ vacay tunes, so I can groove to all the bipolar voices singing inside my head. 😹 😺
I Vote, Therefore I Can Question
Bow Tie o’ the Day and I hauled our civic-minded butts to the nearest polling place to cast our vote. And we didn’t do it just to get this swell sticker to wear around all day. Our other task today was to head to the clinic to get a billion vials of blood drawn. They drew 9 vials, I kid you not. And they also wrapped my wrist with a band I have to wear until I’m discharged from the hospital. BTW The wristband and the VOTED sticker get along fabulously.
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The Mini-Keg Bone’s Connected To The Wrist Bone
As Tie o’ the Day and I prepare to party at the hospital, a bigly thing occurs to me: I won’t be allowed to hold 100 oz. Mini-Keg for weeks! My surgeon said I shouldn’t lift anything heavier than a couple of pounds while I’m recovering. Until now, I hadn’t that about this directive in terms of Mini-Keg. It’s probably best for Mini-Keg to live in the garage temporarily, so it doesn’t have to watch me cheating on it with cans o’ Diet Coke and Diet Dr. Pepper.
And I’ll Save Money On Clothes
Look at that, will ya? Tie o’ the Day chick is the spittin’ image of how I’ll look after my hair grows out. In a past life, I surely must have been Sandro Botticello’s model for the painting that inspired Tie: THE BIRTH OF VENUS. Hey, weirder things have happened, and will continue to happen. I’m convinced I was Rasputin in another of my past lives. Suzanne always says YOU WERE NOT THAT EVIL MAN! And I always pout and say, “You NEVER let me be Rasputin.” 🎨
The Bow Tie Makes The Girl
Feather Bow Tie o’ the Day adds dash to the cover of this serious– but quite ridiculous– 1963 book of instructions for becoming the right kind of girl. I didn’t know all these complicated must-do’s before I perused the book. I kinda feel lucky I was clueless. For example, I’m glad I didn’t know that Prom is the most important event of a girl’s life. And I’m particularly happy I didn’t know a girl should wash her hair only twice a month. Does that make me a failure at girl-dom? 💅 👗 👛 👠 👡 👢 🛁
My Fake Little Brother
I wish I’d worn Bow Tie o’ the Day that day. 🙃 Bishop Travis and I grew up more like siblings than like aunt and nephew. He’s been on my mind non-stop since I scheduled my surgery. In 2013, Trav received a pancreas and kidney transplant. He carries both the blessings and the burdens of his life being saved as a result of another family’s tragedy. My surgery doesn’t compare to his. But my surgery research says I’ll likely get an identical scar. Siblings-in-scars, forever! 〰 😷 There’s a cape for that. 😉
Didn’t Vote? You’ve Lost Your Griping Rights.
Bow Tie o’ the Day announces: Your “to-cut-or-not-to-cut-my-head-hairs” votes have been tallied. Votes from Facebook, emails, texts, and the website say you don’t want me to chop off my hairs before surgery. It appears most of you want to torture me by making me grow my head fur until I’m Rapunzel. I’m warning you, the process won’t be pretty. But I accept the will o’ the people. You have spoken, and so I will suffer hairily until you’re satisfied, and then I’ll machete my hair to smithereens again. 🙃 💇 🗡
Loved And Distracted
Bishop Travis and his First Lady, Collette, invited me and Bow Tie o’ the Day to see the documentary, WON’T YOU BE MY NEIGHBOR?. Of course, it’s about Mr. Rogers, which means it’s about the worth and dignity of each of us– regardless of rank, bank account, last name, etc.. You know– about all those simple, yet profound, human truths. I hied to SLC to meet Trav and Co at the theatre, and they surprised me by wearing bow ties. The entire time. My surgery apprehensions magically disappeared. 😃