03 August 2016

Monkeying around

Button Museum, Bishopville, SC
I was talking about blood donations with one of my volunteers at lunch today. The folks at my table were comparing bruised arms from needle sticks and I am always slightly ashamed that I don't participate in blood drives. I never have.

I am a generous person and try to do what is called for to help someone in need but I have always feared I would have to check off every alert box in the donation screening questionnaire. Have you lived overseas - yes. Travel - yes, India and more. Hepatitis - yes, as a child. Had a pet monkey - YES!

His name was Esau and he was the coolest. He chewed gum, rode the dog like a cowboy, spanked the puppies, wore a doll sized red cape like a super hero and regularly got me out of church with his wicked antics. I would sit with my monkey on the back porch in the evenings wrapped together in a tartan shawl and play a bamboo flute that was answered from dark hillsides across from us. Good times.

Photo below of my father with a couple of our monkeys.