Witty & Wise Ties, Trivia & Lies
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.
Bow Tie o’ the Day traveled south on I-15 with us, chauffeuring Mom. We sashayed along, then we saw two mutts in a truck bed ahead. Their ears flapped. Their fur blew. Suddenly, doggie “afternoon delight” ensued. We hoped Mom didn’t see. And then…Big Helen capped off the scene with perfect wit. She said, “Well, those two dogs just can’t wait until they get home, can they?” Yup, that’s my mother. Even though her mind has begun to delete some things, she can still access her file titled WIT. 🤣
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! 🗒 🖋
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. 🥄 🏥 🛌
Bow Tie o’ the Day’s spending Sunday afternoon hangin’ with the in-laws. It’s a wee bit too chilly to cannonball into the pool, but it’s never too chilly to feast and catch up with family. A while back, Mom and I were sitting in the living room, not even chatting, and she said, “I want you to tell Suzanne’s parents how much I appreciate how good they’ve always been to you.” I told them. I was grateful to pass along Mom’s thanks. I was taught to appreciate appreciation. 👏
Solid color Bow Tie o’ the Day is donned by my oldest sibling, Mercedes (Betty Rae). Many people I grew up with don’t know she exists in my family. Here’s proof that she does. She’s fifteen years older than me and has always, as an adult, dwelled in Pleasant View– where Mom’s visiting her for a few days, before coming back to us. Because of the age difference, I don’t even remember Mercedes living in our house. Here, she’s enjoying the Pacific, practicing to be a topless dancer. 😎
Last night, Bow Tie o’ the Day made us spend our remaining Bee Pig Date Night bucks. Suzanne and I broke the rule, by spending more than the coin bank’s balance. We’ll follow that single rule of Bee Pig Date Night next time. We chowed down outside at STANZA, where I took my new fave photo of me and Suzanne. Our faces show exactly how we are: impish and dreamy. And Suzanne looks like she’s enamored with me and my slapstick vaudeville act. My luck is fantastic. 🍀
Mom got Bow Tie o’ the Day cackling and snorting with laughter. We were watching LIVE PD, and some dude got pulled over for a DUI. As he tried to complete the sobriety tests, Mom said, “They shouldn’t make him do all those tests! He’s drunk!” And then she said, “Well, I hope no cop ever makes me do those tests.” And then, without skipping a beat, she said, “But I might want to be patted down. It’s been a long time.” She’s still got her spark! 🚨 🚔