Ties
Put the wider side on the right and pull it down so it’s much longer.
Fold it over the shorter side and back round… do I do that once, or twice?
Start again…
When was the last time I wore a tie?
Loop it up through the top and push it down between…
Nuts. That doesn’t look right. Start again.
This is stupid. I wore a tie every day to school for 5 years. I even wore a tie at least twice a week when I was a web consultant.
Stop thinking about it. Empty the mind of conscious thought. Allow muscle memory to take over…
Ah, success.
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2 hours later my stepson asks if I can help him with his tie. Standing in front of him I realise I have no chance. I ask him to face the other way so I can put my arms around him and try and tie it from a more familiar position.
Then I ask him to find a stool to sit on because he’s 6 foot tall and I’m not.
Arms over his shoulders.
Put the wider side on the right and pull it down so it’s much longer…
Nuts! I put my own tie on this morning; why can’t I figure out how to do his?
Forget conscious thought…
Ah, success.
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When we meet up with everyone else, there isn’t a man there who doesn’t have a black tie on. I briefly wonder how many struggled with theirs.
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The sun is shining. It’s a beautiful spring day.
No. It’s still autumn.
7 months of winter have not passed, only 4 extremely long, emotionally crippling weeks. The toll on the family has been enormous, especially for Maggie.
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Elsie Simpson: 13th May 1920 to 10th September 2009
The world is emptier without her wonderful smile
UPDATE
This time, on this post, forgive me for not answering all the comments individually.
It has been an extraordinarily tough time with all sorts of aspects I cannot go in to.
However, I greatly appreciate all the words of warmth and support.
And welcome to all the new visitors to this blog who have taken the time to say hello.
Now I have a new post up, I'll close the comments on this one.
Thank you all once again for your kind words.
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