Category: Ties

Tie o’ the Day #1 is a phenomenal reader. Here, Tie is reading Volume 5 of THE OXFORD ENCYCLOPEDIA OF ANCIENT GREECE & ROME. Tie is soon gonna be smarter than I am. Note that Tie is reading on its tummy, on the living room floor–like we all read as kids. And another genius thing about ties is that they can be their own bookmarks! See the photo below.  📚📖

Here is Tie o’ the Day’s dilemma: Although Suzanne likes my ties…and although she likes me to wear them…and although she knows I have been collecting neckwear for 30 years, she has never seen all my ties gathered together in one place at the same time. Geez, I haven’t seen ’em all together until now either, since they’ve spent their lives scattered between many closets in two houses. Now that we will inhabit a single house, how and where can I hide my precious neck cargo, so Suzanne doesn’t get scared when she comes face to face with clots of ties? And how can I do it before she gets home from work in a few hours? 👔 😫😧

Tie o’ the Day is actually #’s 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5. It’s errand day up here on the Wasatch Front. First, I had to pick up this neckwear from the dry cleaner’s. Even ties need a steam bath on occasion. Next, I’m post office-ing. I have to mail the funniest thing I have ever sent anyone. And it’s killing me that I can’t tell you about it. If I did (and I am so tempted), I would be  banished to sleep with the dogs in their crate. 📪 After the hilarity at the post office, I’m off to the bank to deposit about 300 one-dollar bills, from the yard sale.  What a full day of happy happy, joy joy! I wonder what I’ll do after the 45 minutes it will take me to complete my errand list. 📋

Tie o’ the Day #2 is draped over the antlers of the one deer I kinda killed. I didn’t have the whatever-it-takes to shoot this young Bambi, so I aimed high in order to miss. I believe Dad took a shot at the same time I did–to make sure I brought it down. He never missed a deer–including the deer he killed as he sat back on a ridge to take a shot and sat on a cactus. 🌵 Dad ‘dermied “my” “California 2-point.” 🦌 I think he knew I wouldn’t want to hunt again. But I think he wanted to give me something to help me remember the understanding we came to on that day. Plus, those are basically jackalope antlers! And that’s just funny.🤡

Tie o’ the Day #1 went with me and Suzanne to a Birthday Lunch for Dad at J & J Sapor–a new and good-fooded restaurant in Farmington. Dad didn’t show up, so Suzanne told me to give her one of my “Dad faces” for this photo. Of course, I had to go with his mustache-and-beard face. That’s how I will always see Dad in my heart and in my dreams. 🍰☕️🎂

Tie o’ the Day presents the fabulous-ness of my big brother, Ron. He wears my father’s name well. He wears ties well too, although in this photo he is stretching the boundaries of tie-dom, by wearing not just one, but two pairs of glasses as ties. This is a bold and daring fashion move. Like all of the caring and classy moves he makes, he accomplishes this image well. You da bro, Ronald!🕶👓

Our red Bow Tie o’ the Day #1 has a purty Western-style hanky design.  (Yes, I’m wearing Bow Tie sideways on my neck for this pic.) Dad always had a raggedy red or blue hanky like this in the back pocket of his standard striped overalls–like the pair I’m wearing in this pic. I got this bee tattoo 🐝 in honor of Dad, about six months before he went to The Big Deer Hunt In The Sky. 🦌🦌 He died at 77. Told me he’d had 75 great years, but that the last two weren’t worth 💩.

 

Bow Tie o’ the Day #2 and I are modeling Dad’s NRA ball cap. I am not trying to cover my eyes in this pic. The hat is simply this bigly. Clearly, I have a big hat to fill if I wanna be like my dad. I won’t even try to fill his boots.  Dad loved to hunt coyotes. More than one person in town has told me that in the early morning when Dad died, they heard the howling of coyotes. I have no doubt whatsoever.

 

Trust me, Church Bow Tie is covered with bees. I’m wearing yellow and black colors for my dad, the Master Beekeeper. Got the Dad-likes-purple Pimp Vest on (not the Pimp Jacket I promised I will post). It’s all about Dad, all week. 🐝 Sorry I’m such a blurry photographer today. Perhaps I should wear my glasses when I try to be Ansel Adams. This selfie thing is something I’m still learning. Who knew that selfie-shness is such a difficult art?! 🤓

This lavender/purple (Dad’s fave colors) Bow Tie o’ the Day and I played a game o’ billiards at The Pub–after a day of hefting, toting, and hawking our possessions. Today’s main event was definitely a yard sale. But at the Care Center, Mom kept asking how our “bake sale” went. “Havin’ a little pain pill action goin’ on there, Mom?” When she got to the ER in Provo last week, a nurse asked her if she needed anything. Her reply: “A tall glass of morphine.” 🍹 Bow Tie and I abhor Mom’s pain. 😭 Give the old broad whatever she wants. 👑