Category: Ties

Bow Tie o’ the Day and I found Momo’s (my g-ma) creation of The Garden Of Eden. Built with plastic things glued to styrofoam, this tableau fascinates. It’s gotta be half a century old. It’s too fragile to be dusted. Check out the fig leaves, the devil’s pitchfork, and the snake in the tree. I’ve forever been perplexed by why the dog is in the scene, but that mutt is my and Bow Tie’s favorite detail to marvel at.

Bow Tie o’ the Day and I have days that we must push ourselves to survive. Some days just suck. You know that saying about every cloud having a silver lining? Life has taught me that it just isn’t true. Sometimes you travel under a cloud that is truly a completely cruddy cloud. But enduring the bad cloud pays off in personal strength and joy. If your cloud doesn’t have a silver lining, you can always wear a silver bow tie. I am. 😉

Suzanne snapped this pic at lunch. Bow Tie o’ the Day and I were happy to eat outside with her. She’s our boss, you know. She was kinda scared of the mushed-up face I made, as she photographed it. But, always, she eventually gets over my escapades. When she gets that “oh, well” look, Bow Tie and I relax and resume being ourselves around her again. But we aren’t dopes: we know Suzanne is secretly, joyously laughing at us all the time. 🤡

At the end of our drive north from St. George today, Bow Tie o’ the Day sang Mom a lullaby on our couch here in Centerville. So Mom sawed logs. I will always prize this completely adorable photo of Mom.  She dozes a lot these days, and you can see she seems content and peaceful when she does. Bow Tie always vigilantly watches over Mom’s sleep, in order to shoo away any bad dreams that might dare to approach her noggin. 🛋

Bow Tie o’ the Day drove Suzanne and me and the mutts to St. George for the Labor Day weekend. We are just hangin’ with Mom at my bro’s, in the heavy heat. Mom’s now able to speed through Ron’s house pretty well. I had no idea a walker contraption could move so quickly, but with Mom’s hands in charge of it…whoosh! READY! GET SET! CHASE  AFTER MOM!!!!! 🏃‍♀️

Tie o’ the Day’s colors are fantabulous, eh? But Tie and I are in a predicament. Why we are in the doghouse is a mystery to us, but Suzanne sent us here. What’d we do? Skitter isn’t in any trouble, but joined us behind bars out of solidarity. Roxy is roaming the house as a spy for us, to find out what transgression Suzanne thinks Tie and I committed. All I can do right now is wave my white pocket square in unconditional surrender.

Bow Tie o’ the Day is primed for the black tie formal event we’re off to attend: late lunch with Suzanne on the bench outside her office. Because I eat at strange times, I only chow down on Diet Coke at these wing-dings. Suzanne, on the other hand, eats a two-course meal of yogurt and string cheese. She always eats gourmet food. My daily meals consist of whatever dry cereal is on sale at Dick’s Market. Kinda weird that I shop at Dick’s, ain’t it? 😉

Bow Tie o’ the Day guest star is our birthday boy, Rowan. At 20, he’s a baby man. We celebrated last night at an Indian restaurant, which had vegan dishes for Rowan. As a dedicated carnivore, I don’t get it. But we’re proud of him for following his principles. See the big package of toilet paper behind him. This stuff is his haul from Costco, where we gave him a birthday shopping spree. 🎂 🛒

Bow Tie o’ the Day and I took a stab at livin’ the thug life. We wore our cap sideways, and we practiced making mean faces. This is as tough as we can look, apparently. Clearly, we failed to properly, thug-ly intimidate the good people in our neighborhood, cuz on our way to the mailbox this afternoon, folks just smiled and greeted us. They didn’t even show fear at my Spock Ear I flashed menacingly. 👂🏻

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I once had a ponytail long enough I donated it to Locks of Love. Currently, I have a tiny bit o’ hair, and it’s on one side of my head. Despite this, Bow Tie o’ the Day begged me to wear whatever ponytail I could capture in a hair elastic. This is what we could muster. Perhaps it’s The Little Ponytail Who Could, and it will grow to triumph over all razors and scissors in its path. Or not. It’s just hair, after all. 💇