The monkey is at home with us. After a tour of our little townhouse, we settled on a cheery spot where most of the action takes place.
We sat around and chatted for a while. I thought it was important to get to know each other and to make our new tenant feel welcome. I have a good feeling about this. I think it is going to be great fun!
After a good long chat, we adjourned to the living room and watched a Christmas movie together. GN plopped on the floor with the monkey, a blanket and some pillows and I retired to a corner of the couch with some knitting.
I should admit something here; It won’t be the first time we’ve adopted a stuffed monkey.
When Angel was sick, a very dear friend of mine sent her a monkey from Ramstein, Germany, where he was stationed in the Air Force. Angel was in her twenties, but love reached her in all sorts of ways: the monkey being just one of them. After Angel’s death, the monkey went to Goodnight. We called the monkey MOHO, the acronym name we gave him which was short for ‘Monkey On His Own.’
We still have MOHO and he is our car monkey. He’s taken all kinds of trips with us and we have the photos to show for it. We initially snapped pictures to send to my friend, the gift-giver, but now we just keep up the photos because it’s fun.
So, with our newest addition to the Monkey Family, I need to run out for a new photo album and . . . more bananas.