Witty & Wise Ties, Trivia & Lies
Myrt Gardner informed me June is National Dairy Month. She requested a tie post about it. I discovered I don’t own a tie covered in bovine-ness. I sent Suzanne to JOANN’s immediately, to buy some cow fabric. She’s promised to make me a cow tie for next June, so you’re seeing Tie o’ the Day o’ the Future. Here are my cow-print Sloggers, which are really garden shoes, but I wear a pair every day. I even have a chicken-print pair. And yes, I collect Sloggers too. 🐄 🥛 🧀
Surgery happens Thursday, June 28th @ Huntsman. I’m sure you’re worried TIE O’ THE DAY will cease tblogging along while I’m in the hospital. Don’t worry your pretty, little tie hearts. I’m teaching Suzanne how to post to the website if/when I can’t. See, I know what’s important to us all, and tie tales top our list. I’m selecting ties for the hospital stay, and they are not excited about staying in there. But they’ll enjoy eating my hospital jello and playing with the ever-present liquid soap pumps. 🥄 🏥 🛌
Tie o’ the Day reminds me that life is about putting together puzzles. We’ve gotta figure out how to fit our roles, and we must solve tricky situations, some of which we created with our own choices. Sometimes we lose the puzzle pieces we most need. Or someone hides pieces to frustrate us. When we find a lost piece, we add it to the puzzle picture. 4,015 days (11 years) ago today, I stopped drinking. The next day, on the kitchen floor, I found a random puzzle piece. It was symbolic of my starting point toward clearer completion. 😌 😯 🔐
It’s easier to do housework and errands while wearing a bow tie, as opposed to a tie. But it was Tie o’ the Day’s turn to star in a post, no matter how long my to-do list is. There are two basic ways to keep a tie out of your way when you’re scurrying around, crossing off accomplishments. Either tuck the tie into the front of your shirt, between two buttons, OR toss it over your shoulder in the suave-est way possible. As always, look hip.
Bow Tie o’ the Day is a recent addition to my patriotic/USA ties. Pretty snazzy, eh? Its design is kinda folksy. Memorial Day is a kind of Thanksgiving. We honor not only the dead who served in the military, but our family and friends who have passed away. They mattered to us in personal ways we might or might not be able to convey to others. Some of them lived big, exciting lives, visible to all. Some of them lived quietly. All had impact. All lives matter.
Dad’s own Tie o’ the Day honors him. This photo was snapped when he married Mom in 1948, two months after they graduated from DHS. Dad was smitten with Mom through the entire 59 years of their marriage. And it showed. Even people outside our family noticed it. And at his funeral, they told us they had seen Dad’s eyes brighten whenever Mom entered a room. Dad’s example taught me to always openly express my affection to those I care about, so they can never doubt I love them. 🐝 🤗
Tie o’ the Day accompanied me to the audiologist, where I was told the cochlear nerve in my right ear has neuropathy. This news means the nerve isn’t sending proper electrical impulses, and I’ll need to wear a hearing device. Forever. But my Spock ear works. My mission now is to make my earpiece post-worthy and otherwise hip. It must complement the neckwear. Perhaps I can make it a trend. Suzanne will be happy I can turn down the TV, and that my most spoken word isn’t “What?” 👂🏻
Tie o’ the Day and I are feeling kinda blue. There’s no bigly reason, and it’ll pass. Well, I guess there is a tiny reason. After our walk last night, a stray black lab was loitering in front of our house. We’ve been seeking a companion for Skitter, and I thought the mutt might be the cosmic answer to our search. I walked the dog through the neighborhood to see if it would lead me to its home, hoping it wouldn’t. Alas! We found its person. Dang!
Clash of the Tie-tans! Tie o’ the Day nearly clashes with itself. It dazzles. In fact, this set o’ duds qualifies not just as clash fashion, but CRASH fashion. Behind me and my outfit o’ ostentation, my Mother’s Day roses are beauteous, calm, and traditional. Suzanne didn’t give me clashy flora, and that’s a-ok with me. There are times when we all need to look at things which allow our eyes to settle down and contemplate simplicity. I thrill on screwball wildness, but uncomplication is good too.
Necklace o’ the Day stands in for ties. That’s Grandma Anderson’s likeness, on her 90th Birthday cake– complete with the obscured glass lens over her missing eye. And there’s Mom, standing with Dad’s mom, Zola. These tough, fabulous women taught me tons about being a decent human being. I was driving Mom recently, listening to P!NK’s song, “WILD HEARTS CANT BE BROKEN.” She loved the lines, “There’s not enough rope to tie me down./There’s not enough tape to shut this mouth.” Sounds exactly like these ladies, eh? 💐🍓