Here, Bow Tie o’ the Day stars in the last of the hospital selfies I took. You’ll also note that I had one of the sock monkey blankets Suzanne has made me over the years. And on my shoulder sits my stuffed gnome head, which is symbolic of my Sister Who Wishes To Remain Nameless, who runs a gnome ranch. She has so many, I’m sure she can only keep track of them by branding them. A bow tie, a blanket, a gnome, and a sister. I felt safe.
The Bow Ties That Bind
The day before I went into surgery, these crocheted Bow Ties o’ the Day knocked at my door. Bow Ties and flip-flops– two of history’s greatest inventions. My pal, Georgia Grayson Wadsworth, crocheted them for my hospital stay. With these and all the prayers and good vibrations y’all threw at me, I wasn’t askeered. I wasn’t alone. Some of you, I haven’t even seen for a couple of decades. When we begin to quit believing in the world’s goodness, remember these kinds of things. The generosity outweighs the chaos.