Day: December 3, 2018

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If A Christmas Tree Fell On A Beach…

A trio o’ palm tree Ties o’ the Day express my current weather sentiments. I woke up to 4 inches of snow this morning and I immediately yearned to head south to beachier climes. This winter has been relatively warm and considerably free of snow and ice so far. Its mildness has spoiled me. It’s been downright unseasonable, which suits me just fine.

Honestly, the first thing I thought when I spied the thick layer of snow on the lawn was POOR SKITTER. Her pencil-thin legs will have to walk in the burr-cold snow. At least she has a coat and hat. But what if her butt hits the freezing snow while she’s trying to pee? And what if it’s super-freezing enough that her butt sticks to the packed snow– like tongue-to-flagpole in A CHRISTMAS STORY? That would be horrible for Skitter and her butt. Peeing in the winter would be one more thing she is afraid of.

And what was the second thing I thought while looking at the white yard? I thought: I am so happy that we live in a development with a Home Owners Association in charge of dealing with our snow, so we never have to touch a snow shovel or snow blower again. I have shoveled enough snow for myself and for my neighbors wherever I lived over the decades that I am completely content with sitting in the recliner and watching other people do the job. I don’t feel one bit guilty about watching it. But I feel guilty about not feeling guilty.

HOLIDAY TIE TALLY: 30 Bow ties. 77 Neckties.

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Another Holiday. Christmas Is Not Alone.

Menorah-covered Bow Tie o’ the Day and I wish y’all a Happy Hanukkah. The Jewish celebration began last night and continues until the evening of December 10th. In another post, I’ll yack about what Hanukkah is, and I’ll also yack about how the word is spelled a number of ways– all of which are correct. Stay tuned for that spelling lesson.

When Hanukkah began last evening, Suzanne and I happened to be at Walmart, buying cases of Suzanne’s fave flavored water. Bow Tie was right there in the thick of things. I’m pretty sure going to Walmart is not part of official, traditional Hanukkah observances, but Bow Tie was fine with showing off its menorah-ness to Walmart patrons.

Notice Suzanne behind me in the photo with the loaded shopping cart. The cart was heavy, and difficult to push. It’s been my job over the years to do the lifting and toting and pushing of heavy things, but since my surgery, Suzanne has taken it over. I feel bad about this. I hate not doing my jobs, and I especially hate not being able to at least help Suzanne. She should not have to be the lifter and pusher and puller o’ weights. It’s been almost six months since I was sliced open, and I think it’s time for me to take my old lifting job back. But Suzanne is stubborn, and she keeps nixing the idea.

I do move heavy stuff when Suzanne is at work, if it’s in my way. Sometimes I move heavy things that don’t even need to be moved– just to spite her. Of course, they’re not extremely heavy things. Usually. And of course, I move them back to their original spots before she gets home from work, so she doesn’t catch on to my forbidden activity. I suppose it’s a bit passive-aggressive of me, but so what? So there!

Suzanne is as stubborn about not letting me move heavy objects as I am stubborn right now about growing out my hairs. She simply will not quit harping on me about how much she hates my hair and wants me to cut it. I say YES to anything Suzanne wants or wants me to do. But not about this hairs thing. Personally, I think she is not sure how to handle my NO about cutting my hairs. It’s like she’s never before heard NO come out of my mouth. It has discombobulated her.

Come to think of it, it has sort of discombobulated me too. I have never heard NO leave my lips before either, regarding whatever Suzanne wants. To be fair, I haven’t heard the word NO often from Suzanne either. We’re a pair o’ YES’s, eh?

[Thanks so much to those of you who informed me that mutts are allowed in MCR. I made the assumption they weren’t, and I didn’t even ask MCR staff if it was okay to bring Skitter in. I was a dope! Ask, people! Don’t assume. I told Skitter the fantastic news and she is already excited to go back to D-ville to see Mom and be afraid of everything and everybody in MCR.]

HOLIDAY TIE TALLY: 30 Bow ties. 74 Neckties.