You know the sunny day of which I wrote this morning? You know the stunning sunniness of this morning when I put on my big, fat, ugly shorts– in which I planned to skip and hokey pokey under the blue sky all the live-long day? Today began innocently and blue-sky enough. And then the afternoon showed up, complete with black clouds, bigly wind, and bigly raindrops. The freshly-emptied garbage and recycling cans at the curb even blew over into the middle of the road. Skitter wouldn’t go for her walkie. For a brief moment, I thought I was living in always-windy Delta again.
Anyhoo… As far as I’m concerned, the bulk of this stinkin’ day’s stinkin’ weather stunk. This is Stinkin’ Tie o’ the Stinkin’ Afternoon, and I’m the stinkin’ skunk in the stinkin’ fluorescent green gas mask, trying to avoid the rest of today’s stinkin’ weather.
Got some swingin’ clash going on today. Bow Tie o’ the Day has already helped show off my outfit at my TMS treatment. (26 sessions down, 10 to go.)
It’s looking like an actual Spring day outside. Plenty of sun. A touch of warmth. I can wear my shorts– the style of which Suzanne and I have referred to since the 80’s as my “big, fat, ugly” shorts. I have a pair of pants like them too. Both are way too big for me, but they have lots of bigly pockets. They hold as much as a carry-on suitcase, I kid you not. That’s why I never needed to own a purse. I’ll do a post with my big, fat, ugly shorts/pants soon. I didn’t even think of it until I wrote this paragraph.
The hat I’m wearing in this snapshot is too girly for me, which means it’s Suzanne’s. I bought it for her last September when we were at the beach on Dauphin Island, AL. It is a humongous sunhat. It has the “wingspan” of a bald eagle. Just guess the most memorable thing about Suzanne’s hat on that trip. Yup, you’ve come up with the correct answer if you guessed the hat highlight was getting it onto the plane to come home. Did you hear me when I said it is a large hat? It is officially sombrero-size. The hat couldn’t go in a suitcase, and we already had the max of what we could carry onto the plane with us.
So Suzanne wore her hat onto the plane, where we hoped no airline person would tell us the hat was just one thing too many. When we walked down the plane’s aisle to our find our seats, that dang hat brim touched both sides of the plane. It nearly decapitated a number of passengers as Suzanne passed by. And then when we found our seats and sat down, the hat had to go somewhere during the flight. We tried to put it under the seat in front of me. It didn’t fit, of course. I kind of hovered my feet above it to hide it when the flight attendants walked by.
Suzanne and I made it home to Utah. The sunhat made it home with us, where it now lives in the closet with my gangster fedora, hogging half the closet. And the closet is a walk-in. Since the sunhat moved in, all of my hats (except for the fedora) had to move from the closet to The Tie Room. I’m so “glad” I bought Suzanne that hat.
