Striped Bow Tie o’ the Day is pleased to debut one side of the new wintry cape Suzanne created for me a couple of weeks ago. I thought Suzanne deserved to model my cape in the TIE O’ THE DAY spotlight since she works so tirelessly to make my whims become reality. Not everyone is willing to make capes, even for those they love. Ask yourself if your person would sew you a cape if you really, really, really wanted one. That’ll tell you where you stand.
Please note that Suzanne is in her pajamas under the cape, and I took the photo at 4:04 PM today, a Wednesday. Suzanne woke up with a bad headache this morning, so she said NO to going into work today. We jointly declared it to be a Pajama Day. What did Suzanne do with her day off? She slept-in half the day. Surprise, surprise. And now she’s working on a quilt top, which teems with doggies. Surprise, surprise. She’s laid out the fabric on the floor, figuring out the perfect arrangement of panels. (That’s the best use of floors.) Look at all those teeny squares she took the time to “fussy cut” and piece together. And take a guess who is the intended getter o’ Suzanne’s blanket creation. I’m not worthy! I’m not worthy!
Christmas-y Bow Tie o’ Yesterday accompanied me to the new hospital in Layton. I cannot remember the new hospital’s name. I was in too much distress to give a damn. I simply followed the directions the Google Maps GPS voice gave me.
What was my ouch problem? That stoopid right shoulder o’ mine. Only ten days ago I was in Bountiful at my shoulder specialist, where I received a cortisone shot. Darn rotator cuff. You can’t make it better by putting a snazzy cufflink on that kind of cuff. The cortisone shot worked, and helped the pain significantly. For three whole days. It was supposed to lessen the pain for at least three months. Rotator cuff fail. Once again, I need assistance to get dressed.
So off I went to see my specialist again, this time in his Layton office at the new hospital which name I can’t recall because I didn’t pay attention to the name because I was in pain and hadn’t had much sleep because my shoulder was acting up because my rotator cuff is hashed probably from back in the day when I was a pro wrestler as a second job because teaching didn’t pay enough because we say we value teachers in the public schools but we really don’t want our taxes to go up so we can pay them what they deserve and then we get mad at the teachers whose salaries suck whenever our kids disrespect them or get crappy grades cuz they’re our precious little babies so it must be the a-hole teachers’ fault but maybe my rotator cuff was hashed up back when I was a Navy Seal and saved the world from matters of such national security that to tell you about my missions would require me to then kill you because you knew the secrets or maybe my right shoulder is toast because I type TIE O’ THE DAY twice a day and although I’m left-handed I do almost everything else with my right hand and because I don’t know how to type I hunt-and-peck type and mostly with my right hand so maybe I’m going to have to learn to become a true left-hander and use my left hand for everything I do although I have never been able to use lefty scissors even though I tried all through my illustrious elementary school career and left-handed kid scissors remind me of Elementary School art projects which harks me back to eating elementary school paste with my friends in Mrs. Reid’s 2nd Grade classroom during recess until Mrs. Judd caught us…..and so on.
And OMGolly, that stream-of-consciousness, all-the-words-run-together-so-it’s-hard-to-read paragraph above seems to be evidence my sometimes-fibbing, storytelling mind is getting back in kilter. Or it’s getting off-kilter in the right way for me to be able to write posts again. I’m back, it appears. Sorta. Knock on wood. Or pergo. Or laminate. Whatever you’ve got.
