A Long Time Ago, In A Far Away Galaxy In 1964…

Well, I’m having a delightful day so far, even though I have mostly busied myself with doing laundry and tidying up the Tie Room. I decided to forego the maple doughnut I was going to buy to celebrate myself this morning. I’m saving my Lent-breaking taste-buds for birthday dessert tonight at dinner with Suzanne. So it’s just been me and Skitter and this polka dot Tie o’ the Day.

Before Suzanne went to work this morning, she sang me a very high-pitched and wobbly version of “Happy Birthday.” It was faux operatic and just the kind of thing which brings me maximum joy. After Suzanne warbled the first couple of lines, Skitter did something she has never done since she’s been living in our home: she howled right along with Suzanne’s singing until the warbling finally ended. It was as if they’d been practicing together for weeks. I so wish I had been recording the hilarious duet. Now, I can heretofore refer to Suzanne’s singing of “Happy Birthday” as howl-inducing. Indeed, before the ditty was over, I was howling along with the song too. I can already see the howl-along becoming a new family birthday tradition.

I called Mom for my birthday, too. I do it every time I officially grow a year older. Today, I thanked her for giving birth to me at 4:10 A.M. on this date, 58 years ago. She was a bit stunned to think her baby is that close to being 60—as am I. I still feel like her baby, no matter how old I get. She told me she was 88. I gently reminded her she’s 91, to which she said, “Helfry! I guess I am old enough to have a baby as old as you.” (This is where I remind y’all that the word “helfry”—pronounced like the word “belfry,” as in “bats in the belfry”—is one of Mom’s cleaned-up, made-up swear words. I had the word tattooed on my back over a decade ago, in her honor.) Mom and I had a lengthy, laughter-filled phone chat, and she seemed to have a lot of pep today. I hope she remembers my call. But if she doesn’t, I’ll remember it for her. I love my tiny Big Helen. She was my first blessing. I’m her old baby, and I’m forever proud to belong to her.❣️

A Bigly Day o’ Bigly News

Today, I am fifty-damn-eight. No, that is not the bigly TIE O’ THE DAY news I mentioned I would pass along to you folks this morning. Also today, because it’s my b-day, I have given myself permission to fall off the Lent wagon: I’m gonna eat some sweets over the next 12 hours. No, that is not the bigly news of which I wrote either.

As of late February, TIE O’ THE DAY—the website—has been up and running for 5 years. (It also ran for 3 years before that by group-text message.)That’s an anniversary I never anticipated, so thanks to y’all for making TIE O’ THE DAY welcome on your various tech gadgets. No, that’s not exactly the bigly TO’TD news either.

The bigly TO’TD news is this: To make it easier for readers to never miss a new post, I will be posting on a strict schedule—just like a “real” publication (postication?). No more posting whenever the mood strikes me. I have too many regular readers now—across platforms—for me to remain loosey-goosey about posting pix of me and my tie pals. TO’TD will now show up twice per weekday like clockwork, at both 9 A.M. and 5 P.M. Now you can be sure when to find me and the neckwear. I will no longer be posting at all on weekends. Weekends need to be my be-at-Suzanne’s-beck-and-call time. I’m sure y’all can understand that’s just as it should be.

And now that I’ve made the bigly announcement, I’m going to run to the store to buy myself a birthday pastry! Merry 58th birthday to me! Look for a fresh post this afternoon precisely at 5. 🎂🍰🎈