Witty & Wise Ties, Trivia & Lies
Bow Tie o’ the Day is honored to announce a new addition to our family. Last night, Suzanne gave birth to this BIGLY kidney stone. Mother and stone are doing fine. Suzanne had no pain during the birth, and she even went off to work as usual. She was proud of herself, and she agreed our new baby rock should be introduced to the planet on TIE O’ THE DAY. It’ll save us postage, to not have to send paper announcements. We don’t yet have a name, however. 👶
My hair’s a teardrop. It’s an all-around teary morning, cuz I had to transfer Mom back to Ron’s safekeeping. I just bite the silver bullet Cufflinks o’ the Day, and put on my big girl Bow Tie o’ the Day, and attempt to muddle through. These days, every time I say my goodbye’s to Mom, she looks tinier, thinner. She feels more fragile to me when I hug her. One day soon, I’ll go to hug her and she won’t even be there– in more ways than one.
Skitter and her Bow Tie o’ the Day feel privileged to chill with Mom. Not only is Skitter the only dog Mom’s ever liked to pet, she gets to hitch rides on Mom’s walker. Mom never sits down. Her walker’s seat is always unoccupied by her butt. Although Mom transferred her personalized license plates to me last year, I’m gonna loan her one. I figure if Mom’s gonna keep walker-ing up I-15 from St. George to see me, her fab contraption better have a license plate. 🐕 🛴 🗺
Bow Tie o’ the Day welcomes Mom to our abode for another round of laugh-snortery. When Suzanne needed to make a 10-minute delivery to her doc in Bountiful, Mom wanted in. To get herself properly decked out for our micro-jaunt, Mom donned her shades, sprayed her hair, and put on her earrings. Nothing more, nothing less. You can see the bling on her ears, blinding you with their glimmer as much as her sunglasses do– as she walkers through the air, with the greatest of ease.
Tie o’ the Day and I are feeling kinda blue. There’s no bigly reason, and it’ll pass. Well, I guess there is a tiny reason. After our walk last night, a stray black lab was loitering in front of our house. We’ve been seeking a companion for Skitter, and I thought the mutt might be the cosmic answer to our search. I walked the dog through the neighborhood to see if it would lead me to its home, hoping it wouldn’t. Alas! We found its person. Dang!
Clash of the Tie-tans! Tie o’ the Day nearly clashes with itself. It dazzles. In fact, this set o’ duds qualifies not just as clash fashion, but CRASH fashion. Behind me and my outfit o’ ostentation, my Mother’s Day roses are beauteous, calm, and traditional. Suzanne didn’t give me clashy flora, and that’s a-ok with me. There are times when we all need to look at things which allow our eyes to settle down and contemplate simplicity. I thrill on screwball wildness, but uncomplication is good too.
Church Bow Tie o’ the Day took a mellow Sunday drive to my nephew, Bishop Travis’, ward in Provo. My Sister Who Wishes To Remain Nameless and I are joined here by Travis’s wife, Collette. These are two of the kindest, most big-hearted women I know. I spent so much time with my much older SWWTRN when I was young that some people thought she was my mother. And Collette? There aren’t words for how happy she makes Travis. And how happy she makes us. Collette’s a keeper. 🌺
Necklace o’ the Day stands in for ties. That’s Grandma Anderson’s likeness, on her 90th Birthday cake– complete with the obscured glass lens over her missing eye. And there’s Mom, standing with Dad’s mom, Zola. These tough, fabulous women taught me tons about being a decent human being. I was driving Mom recently, listening to P!NK’s song, “WILD HEARTS CANT BE BROKEN.” She loved the lines, “There’s not enough rope to tie me down./There’s not enough tape to shut this mouth.” Sounds exactly like these ladies, eh? 💐🍓
Bow Ties o’ the Day send praise and gratitude to mothers and caregivers of mothers. If you’ve ever had the pleasure of experiencing Mom, I’m sure you consider yourself touched by effervescence, humor, and charity. She’s good people. Since she decided to break her hip almost a year ago, she moved from Delta to St. George, where she lives with my brother and his wife– Ron and Marie. I celebrate them today. They are the exact caregivers Mom needs to have mothering her right now. Thanks, bro. 👑 👑 👑
No, that’s not me you’re seeing. Tie o’ the Day is worn by my look-alike niece, MiMi. So see, I’ve converted at least one person to the tie way of life, for at least one day. MiMi is my doppelgänger. I call her Wee Dopp. We really are the same person. If one of us were a Hollywood star in an action movie, the other one of us could be the stunt double. Wherever we are– separate or together– we are a circus, without even trying to be. 🤡 🤡