Witty & Wise Ties, Trivia & Lies
It’s just Bow Tie o’ the Day, Skitter, and me at home for the next week. The Tie Room is full of its residents too, but it’s not the same as having Suzanne with us. I took her to the airport, and now she’s off to Orlando for work. She will get home late Wednesday, only a few hours before my surgery. Bow Tie and I are incredibly sad because we will be freaking out for days about my upcoming operation, all by our lonely selves. 😱 🙀
Batman Bow Tie o’ the Day reflects my feeling that Mom is a royal superhero, deserving of her own comic book series. She even performs her superhero-ness without a cape or invisible airplane. The Porch at my Delta house was her private social club. It was as if she saved the world, from The Porch. Her glider was her throne at least twice per day, and she let you know what she thought about any topic– politics, religion, or whatever. Kindness was her main Porch topic and philosophy.
Neckwear o’ the Day loves Shakespeare plays, especially A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM. Shauna Corry, Richard Jackson, and I were among DHS students who performed MIDSUMMER scenes, in 1979. I was Puck– a spritely, mischief-making soul. Fred Adams– DHS graduate, and founder of The Utah Shakespeare Festival– loaned us costumes for the production. The Puck costume he brought me was a loincloth. ONLY a loin cloth. We scrounged up wardrobe additions. I would’ve been fine with wearing just the loincloth if I’d been allowed to wear strategically placed neckwear. 😜
If you wanna have one more handlebar mustache than Bow Tie o’ the Day presents, do this. I’m not positive I can ride my bike with my face this low, but I’ll try. My neighbors will be intrigued, but not surprised, if they see me doing it. They’ll appreciate the weirdness, then say to themselves, “Well, I guess she’s doing a new, interesting thing.” Then they’ll go back to their tasks. To them, my schtick is like the mountains outside our windows: just part of the splendor-y landscape. ⛰
ALERT!!! Morbid, but funny anecdote ahead. Bow Tie o’ the Day was present when I told Suzanne that if I die during surgery, I apologize that we just spent $2,000 on my hearing device I will have had for only a month. You know from these posts that I find a joke everywhere. Life is difficult, and funniness helps. I do take serious things seriously. There are times when things get so heavy you have to scream. And there are times when a joke can lighten a burdensome fear. 🙀 🤣
Yup, Bow Tie o’ the Day was at STANZA last night. (This pic’s a copycat of last week’s photo here.) I dressed “black tie,” making it a formal affair. My hat’s zippy color added a touch of clash to my clashy-fashiony self. While driving to/from the restaurant, we sang along to The Lumineers’ CLEOPATRA cd, in its entirety. That’s my kind o’ opera! I’m thankful Suzanne forgives my hazmat singing voice. 🎼 Geez! When I really think about it, I’m thankful she forgives me for a lot of things. 😁 💿
Bow Tie o’ the Day and I debated whether or not to have my PANCREATICODUODENECTOMY. If I were alone, I’m pretty sure I’d skip the surgery, and just mosey on along until my mosey-er couldn’t mosey anymore. But I’m not alone. I profoundly affect Suzanne’s happiness meter. I’ve been clear with her that my surgery is for her, far more than it is for me. We would all die for our families. But do we LIVE for them– really, really LIVE for them, every day? We should. 🤠 👨👩👧👦 👩👩👦 👨👨👧👦 👨👧👦 👨👩👧👧 👩👦 👨👩👧👧, etc.
Colonel Sanders Bow Tie o’ the Day and I hate waiting, even when surgery is only 2 weeks away. I’m a tough broad, like my Sister Who Wishes To Remain Nameless, but I admit I’m kinda scared. (Not scared of the surgery itself, cuz I’ll be asleep. 🤡) To distract myself from thinking about the seriousness of the operation, I’m listing things I’ll need/want in the hospital. Notebooks, pens, books, Skitter, a DNR, etc. One thing I am NOT packing is a bra! Ah, the pure, blissful freedom of being bra-less! 🗒 🖋
Bow Tie o’ the Day and I have two weeks before I’m on an operating table, so I’m making a “Surgery Bucket List.” (I’m not being morbid.) What do I want to do before Knife Day? I mean– I have no idea how long I’ll be out of commission. Heck, I might miss summer activities altogether. So far, my list reads: Eat at STANZA. Do an hours-long bike ride. Eat at STANZA again. Swim every day. Play on Antelope Island. Eat at STANZA again. My list will certainly grow. 📋 😸
Surgery happens Thursday, June 28th @ Huntsman. I’m sure you’re worried TIE O’ THE DAY will cease tblogging along while I’m in the hospital. Don’t worry your pretty, little tie hearts. I’m teaching Suzanne how to post to the website if/when I can’t. See, I know what’s important to us all, and tie tales top our list. I’m selecting ties for the hospital stay, and they are not excited about staying in there. But they’ll enjoy eating my hospital jello and playing with the ever-present liquid soap pumps. 🥄 🏥 🛌