Category: Family

As P!NK was flyin’, swingin’, and flippin’ high across the arena last night, Suzanne gave me and Bow Tie o’ the Concert “the look.” She knows me well and tolerates my eccentricities. She’s even amused by them. I keep her on her toes. I’m a trip. But sometimes she’s simply mystified by my antics. Hence, “the look.” Her “look” here is not too extreme. But whenever I get the bigly, “watch-yourself look,” I try especially hard to behave. Frankly, I’m surprised Suzanne doesn’t throw me “the look” 24/7/365. 🙄

When Bow Tie o’ the Day and I lunch with Suzanne, it’s a highlight of our day. We sit at a picnic table outside, far from her office. We laugh too loudly to sit any closer to her building. We are rambunctious, and Bow Tie eggs us on. So many people live together for years, yet cannot stand each other. They don’t communicate: they bicker. I couldn’t bear that. Suzanne and I live in twisty conversations and laughs that never end. I’m aware I’m a lucky soul. 🍀

ADVERTISEMENT! Bow Tie o’ the Day sings the praises of Sunday brunch in Wyoming. Suzanne’s brother, James, is the chef and owner of the Gateway Grille, at the Purple Sage Golf Course in Evanston– the true Windy City. We took a mellow Sabbath drive up I-84, to where James creates an ample and varied spread of yummy chow. I plated-up three times! And I stole pastry on the way out the door. 🍰 Pet peeve alert! One of my bigly peeves is people saying “EVINGSTON,” instead of “Evanston.” 😖

Bow Tie o’ the Day is hidden, but it’s there– under my chin, on my right shoulder. I don’t have a clue what’s tied to me. Perhaps a hat. Perhaps it’s a decoration on my dress. This photo of me with my big sisters was taken in a photo booth somewhere, in the mid-1960’s. Betty and my SWWTRN are so much older than me that I don’t remember them living at home. I was an accident, an afterthought. I grew up a spoiled–not bratty– only child.