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I Got Distracted By A Material Object

I really did intend to write a post yesterday. I threw on a polka dot Bow Tie o’ the Day and drove Suzanne to her office because her foot is still under the weather from her surgery. It’s healing well, but it is literally a big pain in her hoof. After I got her settled in her office, I headed home to write something for TIE O’ THE DAY. Somehow, I found myself pulling into a car dealership to test-drive a new truck. And then I fell into material love with the vee-hicle I drove—a 2022 Ford Maverick. I was indeed sidetracked all day with the entire process. I haven’t decided for sure if I’m going to buy the pretty thing, but I’m leaning towards it. My 23-year-old jalopy truck cannot last forever, although I mostly wish it would—if only for its passenger window which still has my long-departed Araby’s doggie snot-and-slobber smudges all across the in-side of it. When the two of us were in our Millard County environment, Araby was a happy, barking fixture in the bed of my truck. When we were in our bigly city world, Araby was my eager shotgun-rider. She’s been in mutt heaven for over 8 years now, and I will never wash her beloved smudges off “her” truck window. The smeared mess is worth more than the truck itself, at least to me.

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The Foot Check-up

We went to yet another doctor appointment yesterday. This time, it was a trip to Suzanne’s foot surgeon, for her post-surgery exam. After the doctor unwrapped her hoof for the first time, he practically gushed over how well it was healing after only 4 days of it being elevated and wrapped in ice. Indeed, even Suzanne was proud of how pretty and svelte her healing hoof was looking. She’s almost walking like a professional walker now, too.

For our trek to see the hoof doc, I wore my bow-ties-being-tied Shirt o’ the Day. Face Mask o’ the Day literally speaks for itself. I also donned my forks-covered Tie o’ the Day—as a nod to the fact that I’ve been busy polishing the silverware for the impending Thanksgiving feast. And the cherry on top of my outfit is the “woman parts” pin in my hat which simply says, “Grow a pair!” Yup. Isn’t that speshul?!🍴🍽🍗

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More Fun With Doctors

Gustav Klimt-inspired Bow Tie o’ the Day and I drove Suzanne to yet another doctor appointment. This time, Suzanne was having a procedure done on some nerves to alleviate pain in her back and neck. Let me be clear: It’s not that we like going to doctors and have tried to make a hobby of it. And it’s not that our ancient bodies are falling apart right before your eyes. Nah, we are relatively healthy, “seasoned” gals who have good insurance, and—thanks to my mountain o’ medical bills this year—we have met our yearly out-of-pocket insurance deductibles. Therefore, it now behooves us to take care of all the bigly and little medical issues we need to address—at no extra cost to us—before the end of the year. Come January 1st, the medical insurance deductibles start over. The first day of the new insurance year is always a wistful day when your medically mortal body is almost as old as pyramid-entombed mummies, like ours are.💀☠️

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Deja Vu O’ The Bow Tie

Yes, I’m wearing the same Bow Tie o’ the Day and full garb as yesterday, because the photo of me really is from yesterday. Suzanne had to have out-patient foot surgery. While we were at the surgical center, I noticed this sign. I said to myself and Suzanne, “Whew! For a couple of reasons, that sign is of no concern to us. Thank goodness!”

Suzanne’s foot surgery went well, as far as we can tell for now. In this second photo—which is from today—you can see Suzanne “sleep-cuperating” on the love seat with Skitter’s aid. (There’s a tiny sliver of the love seat left for me at Skitter’s side.) As part of the surgery, Suzanne had to have a screw put in her hoof. Now, whenever Suzanne fusses at me about something, I can defend myself by replying, “Suzanne, you don’t even know what you’re talking about. Before you say one more thing to me, you better check on your foot—because I think you have a screw loose.” 😜 That will save me exactly once.

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Dream Or Nightmare?

Today’s Bow Tie o’ the Day is a soft flannel piece. I wear it today as part of my 3-flannel wardrobe—flannel bow tie, flannel shirt, and flannel Face Mask o’ the Day. This is my first 3-flannel day of the Fall season. It’s chillin’ up out there, folks. Brrrrrr.

I had a bow tie dream last night. (It is not uncommon for me to dream of neckwear, as I’m sure you have probably already surmised.) I dreamed that I had a bow tie tattooed onto my forehead. I pay serious attention to my dreams, and so I thought I would try out the idea on this morning’s selfie. It looks like me, don’t ya think?

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A Field Trip To The Holiday Dog Toys

Post-surgery, I’m spending so much time napping, nodding off, and dozing lately that I haven’t been getting out of the house much. I am now trying to get in the car and haul out of the neighborhood at least once a day, even if it’s only for an hour. Here I am browsing in the shops at Station Park on Saturday. I chose to wear a snarky, conspiratorial Face Mask o’ the Day for the brief outing. You are also witnessing a rarity of a Bow Tie o’ the Day in this selfie: a solid-color bow tie, and in gold. Two things you can count on me usually NOT wearing are solid colors and/or the color gold. It is my not-humble opinion that solid colors don’t try hard enough to entertain people, and the color gold tries too hard to be oh-so important. But some days you just have to step out of your comfort zone and do something not-you. It makes you relate to the world differently, and it makes the world see you in a slightly different light. The discomfort of wearing something which is not-you helps you remember who your deepest soul really is, and it’s certainly important that you never forget what your singular soul is all about. After all, you’re the only you we all have. Don’t betray yourself by trying to be somebody else.

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Grocery Shopping, Solo

I chose to wear a painted wood Bow Tie o’ the Day and a leafy Face Mask o’ the Day for my first solo trip to the grocery store since surgery. Of course, I picked up some ice cream. I also spent a significant amount of time perusing the Christmas candy aisle, as you can see here. My shopping powers are somewhat limited for another couple of weeks, since my doctor has forbidden me to lift anything more than 10 pounds yet—including a bag of groceries that already has a tub of ice cream in it. I was disciplined about buying Christmas candy: I can honestly say I did not buy more than 10 pounds of it. But if I feel the need, I can always make another 10-lb candy run tomorrow. I’m so bored from sitting around recovering that it’s a very real possibility I will do exactly that.

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The Huntsman Adventure: Days 2-6

Days 2-6 in the hospital were each very much the same. You’ll note my hospital gowns all looked alike, so there was no bigly fashion variety except my Bow Ties o’ the Day. And I could wear different Face Masks o’ the Day, so that was nice. After surgery, though, the main goal is to get out of the hospital. If you’ve had a surgical hospital stay, you already know what milestones you must pass to get the doctors to okay your discharge. If you haven’t had the surgery experience, let me school you. You must do the following four things: walk on your own two legs, eat without throwing up, pee in a potty, and poop in a potty. In short, you have to prove you can be a successful 3-year-old. It took me a week to pass the toddler tests.