I wore white, flip-flop Bow Tie o’ the Day on our flight back from Alabama. And Suzanne wore her new sun bonnet (I love that word), so it wouldn’t count as a carry-on.
Suzanne’s hat is purely practical, for use in the sun. Suzanne does not wear hats, otherwise. It’s not that she doesn’t like hats. It’s more like hats don’t like her. It doesn’t matter what style of hat it is. Suzanne and hats don’t look pleasant when they are combined. Suzanne knows this fact, and wears hats only for health reasons– like avoiding sunburns in the summer and frostbite in the winter. And even if she’s wearing a hat for a good reason, we all know better than to look at her when she’s got one on her head. She doesn’t even look at herself in the mirror if she’s wearing a hat. I kid you not. For your viewing safety, Suzanne and I worked extremely hard at making this photo of her in a hat somewhat look-at-able.
This is my final official Dauphin Island post. But– as I do with my months-ago surgery– I’m sure I’ll occasionally find a reason to bring up the topic again and again. You can count on me to yammer on about our island respite for the next decade or two. I’m like that. As I’m sure you’ve already learned by now.
