Witty & Wise Ties, Trivia & Lies
Suzanne’s sweater gives us Bow Ties o’ the Day. Suzanne does everything she can to hog these tblog posts. In fact, she’s the star of the show wherever she goes. I know, I know– you’d think I and my screaming shirts, ties, and ‘links would be the center of attention. But no, it’s Suzanne who draws the gawkers. She also draws the kidney stones. Today, her doc said she still has a kidney full of ’em. Apparently, her lithotripsy was a blast, but not a complete solution. 🙀 😸
Cufflinks o’ the Day are the stars of this post. They are working rulers. When I wear them, I can’t help playing with them– opening and closing them constantly. They are my version of fidget spinners. I’m wearing them cuz we’re headed to Suzanne’s kidney stone doc, to measure if her recent lithotripsy sufficiently shattered her 3.2 cm stone. Yes, she’s been peeing rocks and sand, but we’re not sure if they all add up to 3.2 cm of ouch. My Hanky Panky is crossed for positive news. 🤞
Wood Bow Tie o’ the Day is attempting to make me smile, as are harlequin-patterned ‘Links o’ the Day. Although I am harlequin-esque and clownish, I’m a sad jester this morning. Mom is off to Ogden, to spend a few days with my sister, Betty. I often call Betty “Mercedes.” She’s never liked her name, and she mentioned liking the name “Mercedes.” We kids are listed on Mom and Dad’s headstone. I taped the name MERCEDES over BETTY once when she visited the grave. Mom loved it.
Tie O’ The Day brings you my grandparents, Popo and Momo, in their Millard Academy (Hinckley) high school pictures, from the mid-1920’s. I’ve always thought of these pics as “the Bonnie and Clyde photos,” since they were snapped near that same time period, and the fashion was similar. Momo and Popo were not gangsters. They were beekeepers and farmers. Popo had a pilot’s license. Every Saturday, I watched HEE HAW and THE LAWRENCE WELK SHOW with them, and Popo made stove-top popcorn. What a gangsta childhood! 👔 👛
Tie o’ the Day is worn by Dad’s father, Walter Wright. Most of us grandkids called him Popo. Popo was gallant and chivalrous. He lived to love my grandma, Momo. They made a habit of sitting on their couch, holding hands. They sat on their porch every evening. They worked in their garden almost full-time, and it showed. Momo and Popo are going to kick my butt when I die, cuz when I bought their house, there was no way I alone could keep their garden beautiful.
I was answering email, and Tie o’ the Day whispered, “Pssst! Check out O.G. Big Helen!” Mom was stylin’ in her sunglasses, for no apparent reason. She just wanted to wear them. And when she napped an hour later, she still wore them. She snored mightily in her shades. Mom simply knows how to class up wherever she finds herself roaming. I don’t try to figure out where her mind takes her these days. I just try to go along, keep her safe, and enjoy the ride.
Bow Tie o’ the Day is a true butterfly style bow tie. I have only a couple of these. But, of course, I’ll rectify that little hole in my collection. I declared a Pajama Day, in honor of Mom, who gets out of her nightie and duster (her uniform) only to go to Red Lobster. But she doesn’t really do that anymore. Here, she’s sleeping away the morning. She still has the energy to laugh at my constant antics. But she tells her own stories less often. 😢
I wanted to accentuate beauteous Tie o’ the Day by showcasing it against a solid-color shirt. But Tie felt lonely without clash, so I paired it with a camo-esque shirt. The ensuing clash made me feel less a stranger in this world, as well. I don’t match. I don’t care that I don’t match. I don’t mind when other people match. Don’t try to make me match. I was born to be singularly effervescent and vocal. Speaking of those qualities… tomorrow, Mom’s coming for many sleepovers. 😺 😃
Bow Tie o’ the Day gets my truck! In return, Hombre gets spiffied! When Mom quit driving, her car became Gary’s– cuz his decades-old Babe Magnet is on its last tires, almost to the point of unfixable-ness. And Gary MUST drive a hot car. He put a bunch o’ money into doctoring up Mom’s, and it is now born again– on deck to become the next Babe Magnet. I asked my family, and Mom and my siblings agreed it was natural that I’d inherit Mom’s license plates. 😃
Tie o’ the Day and I happily killed a bunch of time (see the clockworks on Cufflinks o’ the Day) at the bookstore and two other stores, while Suzanne touched every item sold at MICHAEL’S. That is only slightly an exaggeration. Craft/fabric stores take Suzanne hostage when she walks in. Such stores are like amusement parks to her. She emerges from them after hours of play, in one of two ways. Either she bought one trinket for a buck, or she bought an entire aisle of yarn. 🛍 🛒 🏬