Witty & Wise Ties, Trivia & Lies
I call this photo TURBULENCE. The skies were a bit shaky over Monterey Bay. (See my cloud ‘Links?) Even before take-off things got kinda gnarly. Guess who created a problem with the TSA? Tie o’ the Day created a hullaballoo which caused me to undergo a pat-down. I’m not telling a fish story: the TSA agent actually told me she thought Tie was messing up the body scanner. I think vacation-themed Tie created a fuss cuz it didn’t wanna leave the beach. I can relate. 🏖
Bow Tie o’ the Day and Cufflinks o’ the Day chaperoned us on our Valentine’s Day Monterey-ing. We ate enchiladas at the beach, then visited some shops where local artists show/sell their pieces. The talent-level of the artists ranged from what I would call “somebody’s sight-challenged grandpa doing paint-by-numbers” to “wow, this chick is an extraordinary artist!” I fell in love-at-first-sight with a small painting, but its price was bigly. We decided to make the house payment instead of buy it. Some regrets are necessary. 🤷🏻♀️ 💞
Tie o’ the Day sets out early to remind you of the lost art of writing love notes. You have to go Old School, folks. None of that sweet talk through emails or texts. That will not do. Find the pencil in your junk drawer. And even though it’s broken in half, has no eraser, and the point is broken off, sharpen that pencil with the pocketknife that’s also in your junk drawer. Scribble out that handwritten, sincere love note. You’ll thank Tie that you did. 💌 ❣ 💝💘
If I were a tie, I would consider being this Tie o’ the Day. The colors work with, and in contrast to, each other beautifully. Tie’s hearts look they could be falling heart-fetti– having been tossed into the air to rain down upon us all. It is within our power to cover our families and communities with blizzards of love, compassion, and even actual organ donation hearts. Love is not just a feeling. The word LOVE is also a verb. It is action. Act your love.
Tie o’ the Day’s winged, masked, arrowed-up Cupid’s got me contemplating the risks involved in loving someone. The stakes are bigly in the love game: your time (sometimes whole decades), your energy, your heart, your vulnerability, etc. You can lose a relationship because you neglected to take care of it. You can lose it to death, or something else beyond your control. I think the opposite of FAITH is not DOUBT: it’s FEAR. And FEAR is DEFEAT. LIVING means to have enough faith to risk loving. 🌹 🍫 💌 🍓
Tie o’ the Day kissed-up to me to go along with us to The Museum of Monterey, to see its permanent Salvador Dali collection of funky art. Lo and behold! Tie and I found red lip couches there, just waiting for us to sit our butts on when we needed a break from swell art. And we really did need to take a rest after we ventured into a museum room full of Dali’s naughty-er art. It was lucky I wasn’t wearing an eyed-up tie. 👁 💋
The dolphins on Bow Tie o’ the Day liked the ocean waves, but not enough to leap into the water. We watched the hefty harbor seals play on rocks, as a few otters floated by on their backs. Yeah, it was a pure nature day at the beach. And then we went to a sea-side restaurant and ate tasty sea nature. Suzanne had fish-n-chips, which is her favorite food group no matter where we go. And I consumed as much calamari as my belly could hold.
Tie o’ the Day is in search of a lighthouse to compare itself to. We can oblige that mission. After our naps, of course. Best part of our air travel was the 15-minute flight after our 3-hour layover in San Francisco. Sadly, the flight was too short for the drink carts to glide up and down the aisle. That ain’t right! I paid for a plane ticket, so the least they could do is hand me a cold one when I walked off the bird. 🛬
Tie o’ the Day presents Valentine-y pink, with a Fish Friday school o’ fish. When I was a wee sprite, Dad drove me and Poppo to camp at a lake. We fished, and they cleaned my catch, cuz I wouldn’t touch fish innards. We made a bigly fish haul. Dad cooked a campfire dinner, and we sacked out in the camper. When I left the camper to pee early the next morning, we were already parked on our front lawn. Dad hated being away from his mattress. 🎣 🛌
This face o’ mine just woke up, and we can all see it. Tie o’ the Day reminds us to make bigly plans for Valentine’s Day ASAP. The countdown is on! Cufflinks o’ the Day are expressing the fact that I miss pro and college football already. May the Utes prevail this year, as opposed to sucking last year. If BYU wins too, I’ll be okay with that. I seriously have to pack for our Monterey adventure today. And yes, I’ve chosen the ties for the trip. ✈