Witty & Wise Ties, Trivia & Lies
While I’ve been recovering, I’ve had time to dig around in old boxes o’ memorabilia. I’ve found a trove of old photos. And in this X-mas pic, I noticed Mom’s opening a present whose wrapping paper is covered in Bow Ties o’ the Day. I wish I knew what was inside. Could it have been some kind of tie thing? Probably not, but a girl can dream. This pic was snapped in the early 70’s, as evidenced by that orange carpet. And hey! Mom needs her hair did.
Bow Tie o’ the Day checked out new flooring possibilities with us. The flooring must be worthy of touching The Ultimate SewingBox’s hallowed feet. This photo shows how Suzanne and I hunt for house things: she looks at samples, and I take selfies for tie posts. It works for us, cuz Suzanne’s The Decider. I, however, have VETO power if she chooses something hideous I can’t live with. She has good taste, so I’ve had to use my VETO power only a handful of times, since 1985. 🏬 🏡
Bow Tie o’ the Day is a spiky, 3D-printed bow tie. Here we are in SLC, at Finca– where we’ve never eaten before. I wanted my Sabbath get-outta-the-house trek to be Sunday brunch. We haven’t eaten out for weeks, so Suzanne was game. We like to try new places, and I chose Finca because the online menu listed a smoked trout omelet. And, oh, it was troutly yummiful. Suzanne drank a pomegranate mimosa, which I enjoyed smelling. Unfortunately for me, smelling does not give you a buzz. 🍹
Bow Tie o’ the Day might as well have conked me out with a rubber mallet last night. We made a zippy trip to Oak City and back yesterday, to attend my Aunt Arlene’s funeral. The trip was my first day-long venture out of the house since surgery. I handled it ok, but when we got home, I fell into an 11-hour sleep coma. I have never before slept for 11 hours. I’m not as recovered as I thought I was. More sleep and less action for me. 🛌
Flip-flop Bow Tie o’ the Day and I knew this would happen. It doesn’t surprise us. Here’s the story: The newly purchased Ultimate SewingBox parts wait in their boxes in the garage, yearning to be assembled. And Suzanne says, “I get thinking about it, and where we’re going to put my Ultimate SewingBox really does need new flooring. You know how you’ve always hated that carpet. We should replace it before we set up The Ultimate SewingBox, don’t you think?” Happy wife, happy life, empty wallet.
Tie o’ the Day heals. The day I birthed my gazillion, olive-sized pancreatic stones, Suzanne was working on passing her biggest kidney rock in her kidney stone history. Her boulder is displayed here beside a capsule o’ pancreatic enzymes, which I must take whenever I eat. I stand all amazed at the size of Suzanne’s kidney mountain. I had an epidural when I birthed up a chunk o’ Hanky Panky and its stones. Poor Suzanne had to pee out a boulder with nothin’ but grit. 🙀
With this recovery pillow protecting my gut, my heart pitter-pats when I see Tie o’ the Day. Lush color. The paisles are few but eye-catching. I like Tie, even though it isn’t a dynamic, screaming tie. Its color pops out boldly from my mustache pillowcase Suzanne crafted. When I’m in a fabric store with Suzanne, if I simply glance at a groovy piece of fabric, eventually she gives me the fabric– transformed into a pillowcase or blanket. Wish she’d buy me every truck I glance at. 👻 😹 🚚
Bow Tie o’ the Day and I are just sittin’ around the house. Again. No high adventure. I haven’t been able to wear a bra for 3 weeks, so at least I’m extra comfortable. And I’ve worn pillows around my gut every day. I just sorta hold pillows to my tummy when I move or walk. It’s like having a second set of love handles. This pillow was created out of Dad’s shirt and overalls. Dad’s always with me, traveling with me through my life. Even as a pillow.
Bow Tie o’ the Day welcomes Suzanne’s new toy. Inside these boxes, strapped into my truck, is a contraption called The Ultimate SewingBox. When assembled, it’ll be as bigly as a guest bedroom. I don’t even pretend to understand the ways of scrappers, sewers, crafters, etc. Apparently, they all need a special box/cabinet for their various productions. Because I’m still not allowed to drive, Suzanne drove us to American Fork to pick up her prize. I held two pillows to my gut the entire bouncy, rickety-truck drive. 😬 🙀 👒
Tie o’ the Day symbolizes Suzanne’s glee. After my surgery, she bought herself clothes at the hospital gift shop on the way to my room. Another day, she sent a text to me in my hospital bed saying, “The Ultimate SewingBox is $300 off! Can I order it?” A sewing lamp got ordered too. And she found a purse in the gift shop as we left Huntsman. This is what happens when your wife has your debit card for safekeeping, and you’re too drugged up to say NO to her. 😉 🤗 🙃