Day: November 24, 2018

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I Did A Whole Lotta Nothin’

Bow Tie o’ the Day is dashing in its Christmas colors, while Ties o’ the Day do not give a clue as to my activities for the day. As you can see from the photo, when I declare Pajama Day, we really have Pajama Day. Another thing you can see in this photo is that — surprise! surprise!– there is no Pajama Day rule that demands pj’s must match. The other halves of this pj combo are in a laundry basket. I have no idea how they all got separated in the first place. Maybe the socks taught the pj’s how to lose each other.

I can report that Suzanne has been– as I told you she would be–at her Ultimate SewingBox or at the ironing board all day. And do you know what she’s creating? Of course you do. She’s sewing me a Christmas cape I will be able to wear all Winter season. She has enough fabric left over to make another cape, but I don’t need two of the same cape.

I suggested Suzanne use the extra fabric to make a cape for herself, and then I immediately took back my words. A cape would not work for Suzanne. Even she agrees a cape is dangerous for her. She has a bit of a klutz-ocity problem, and capes can get caught in things. When we are out together in the world, I carry a piece of chalk so I can make chalk outlines around Suzanne when she falls on the ground– which she does consistently enough that I’m always running out of chalk. And to be completely honest, I carry the chalk in the house too. She’s clumsy.

Skitter’s day is going exactly as I told you it would in this morning’s post. As for me– well, I told you this morning I’d let you know how I ended up spending my day. I ate ice cream. I revised one of my poems. I unloaded and loaded the dishwasher. I ate a half-dozen bite size Kit Kats. Suzanne and I had a tiff, which we worked through without throwing irons at each other (we have 2 irons). I made a ham sandwich, which tasted amazingly like a ham sandwich. I played some solitaire on my phone. I took Skitter for her walkie. The satellite dish got snow on it, blocking the signal– so I climbed up the ladder, broom in hand, and scraped it off. Success! I made a list o’ errands and phone calls I need to take care of Monday. I watched Suzanne cut fabric for my new cape, and now I’m watching her sew it. I gave Skitter her chew treat after watching her do her “chew dance.” I wrote two TIE O’ THE DAY POSTS, for which I snapped pictures. That’s about all I did. One thing I did NOT do was go fishing with Santa and his reindeer.

But I thought you’d like the fishing Ties o’ the Day anyway.

HOLIDAY TIE TALLY: 19 Bow ties. 50 Neckties.

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Finally, A Measurable Blanket O’ Flakes On The Grass!

Snowflake Bow Tie o’ the Day is accompanied by more snowpeople Ties o’ the Day. I particularly like the Santa snowman, created by the reindeer.

The snow falling outside makes it extra sure I’m declaring Pajama Day. I’d rather sit at the bigly windows and watch the world whiten up than go out into the scene. Suzanne’s sleeping in (like that’s a new weekend thing), but I’ll inform her of PJ Day as soon as I hear her stir.

I already know what the day will look like inside our house. Suzanne will spend all day wearing out the new flooring by skipping between the ironing board and her Ultimate SewingBox– which we pretend is our fireplace, cuz it takes up one entire living room wall. That’s how she will spend every minute of her day. That’s it. And do you know what? I enjoy watching Suzanne be sew happy. (See what I did there with the “so/sew” thing?) BTW Suzanne did come home from the JOANN’s sale yesterday with material with which to build me a Christmas cape. She’s a spot-on chooser o’ fabric. She also found a bow tie-shaped cookie cutter at JOANN’s. Goal!

Here’s what Skitter’s Pajama Day will be: the same as almost every day. She will curl up under her blanket, right next to me on the loveseat– until the alarm clock in her head tells her it’s 11 AM and, therefore, time for one of her three daily chews. (I’ll tell you all about her “chew dance” in another post.) She’ll eat her chew way too quickly, then she’ll want to potty out back. Today, she will be offended that her feet have to touch snow.

After consuming her morning chew, she will jump onto her bed on the couch, whereupon she will look at me from across the room with her eyes that say, “Hey, you! Can’t you see I need my blanket delicately arranged on my entire body? Don’t you know my routine?” And then, Skitter will sleep until late afternoon when we go on her walkie, stopping to pick up the mail on the way home.

And then she’ll curl up in her couch bed under her blanket again, until the alarm clock in her head tells her it’s 7 PM– time for her second chew o’ the day. Then back to the couch bed and blanket. Another backyard potty. More couch and blanket. One more backyard potty, then upstairs to her crate in the bedroom– where she gets what we call her “crate chew.” Whew! It’s nice when the kids are in bed.

No one knows when Skitter eats. She dares to drink her water in front of us, but she still won’t eat her actual food if we’re around. (She doesn’t mind eating her chews in front of us.) Oh, occasionally she’ll bring one piece of her dog food to one of her beds, where she chomps it voraciously. That’s all we ever actually see of her food-eatin’ . But her food bowl ends up empty, so we know she’s eating. Sneaky, skittish Skitter.

What will I do with today, in my Pajama Day attire? I dunno. I’ll let you know what happened. It’s what I do.

HOLIDAY TIE TALLY: 18 Bow ties. 48 Neckties.